The taste of seasons change

I know as the summer sun fall back into a retreat

Parts of Vegas looking like a a dry urban wastelands

Some make It work living paycheck to paycheck

Jones St Still feeling the same without all the heat

police still hot tho cruising blocks breaking more laws

Many more aint seeing green based of the

Scenery

Me and a few niggas will Continue our grazing

Hitting a lyck with you and yo dogs

split the wins evenly

The moves made gets niggas freedom taken away easy

Even adds up when theres bigger risk involved

They say go all in or not at all

I paint realty I am what I draw

In dressing of making major changes

Its unquestionably that my rhymes speak a different language.

My condescending tone goes most unnoticeable

When im speaking around yall

Cuz im on top its inevitable talking down when im whom fall

turning up the high beams on this uhual

Im exiting the hood cuz summer line marks the spot where Ima reside

Thats of some real home improvements shit

I like the finer living like I lay my head where i pay parking tickets

They say im bold with something to say

Like some of these rappads rappers got a flow they can spit

Most yall wack and should reconsider the pen

Its like yall lack inspirational movements

Like I stepped on the nerve of the game & yall can't seem to feel it.

Ya this games a bitch but im with that bitch

She told me she let you go cuz she needs a real king

Someone who's topshelft and taught well enough

Ima Gift this site some Crafty lines cuz at the present moment no one given it aswel as mine

All im sayn is this rap shit needs some debt in it something different

And who am i to say the definite answer is me

But i Spring forward yall fall backwards the change is me