Other Options

Yeah

 

Hard streets in the broad daylight and

Never knew the difference between play, fight, and

Left out in the middle of the rurals

Where there's cattle with utters

And now I'm in trouble with a bureau

From a woman who accused me of voodoo

But now I've seen success, yeah, who knew

Finishing albums like I don't need food to

Without energy is what I'm saying in disgrace

And the wild options are playing and misplace

So find another way to arrest me for doing something of distaste

When this county makes up 5 percent of this state

Now I got jerks like Flatline and L-C

Putting me on blast, 'cause they fell, see?

I never knew I would receive so much criticism

But a stroke can always turn to a hitting schism

 

 

Kid Capri, death row, death is obese

Never knew this would shine down on me

Making original and sampled beats

Now I got flow I could've never dreamed of

You know you're on acid when you see a green dove

The communities are paid in full with no jobs

No opportunities get laid and dull with all flops

And then you become the other cow that you saw

Stacking up on too much good stuff, standing real tall

And then you come up throwing a New Years ball

And it drops, and you squish it till it's small

I got ears the size of balloons

Got no other options than these rules for the goons

I shouldn't be stacked up with people like this

Just because I'm making these tracks full of diss