Zero to fifty in a thrifty second
I never get enough I need some extra helpins
I need an extra boost before my spittin session
I never learned my lesson but I got the message*damn*
So now I’m back ready to kick this blessins
I’m spending time behind these bars like a convicted felon
But only 16 in front of me is just enough for me I reckon
Every line I kiss is made for booty mixes up in heaven  
I arise at seven, from my bed to the table
I'm cooking up a scramble, but I’m feeling stable
It's time to grind out, I took the common route
Friendly with monotony, struck with a creative drought
I woke the fuck up, I found my soul again
I was stuck in a rut but now I’m in control again
Cash in the corporate scene, let’s review my goals again
Staring at computer screens, I just need to flow again

CHORUS
Drop – ya shit – ya lip – I don’t – Need 
none of that talk back, attitude, fake shit
Time to bring the walk back, make a move, make shit

Drop – ya shit and then ya lip cause I don’t need none
Recognize that I don’t stop until the deeds done
Hands up on D cause I’m deadly from the three son
Break out the sunscreen, I bring the heat of three suns
I’m the reason, the haters tend to keep mum
My flow is guaranteed backed with a full refund
Still got the charm, chicks flock with a speed run
Why stop at the mani-pedi, you should get your knees done
I’ll let the beat run and catch it at the last step
And hold it close because today could be my last breath
Could be my last kiss, could be my last shit
But I last forever on the track and compact discs
And I longlast my flow class is classic
Everywhere you look like my business was plastics
Tell me what’s good I’ma step to surpass it 
I got the grid locked like I’m sitting in traffic

CHORUS
Drop – ya shit – ya lip – I don’t – Need 
none of that talk back, attitude, fake shit
Time to bring the walk back, make a move, make shit

What I need in my life is time to reminisce and write
What I have in my life is a cube and fluorescent lights
When I get behind the mic all my worries subside
It’s a passage to my youth, makes me know that I’m alive
And I am god damnit, I encompass the flow
I’m a spirit from the speakers sounding heavy as gold
Hold tight to my pipe dreams just like a plumber do
Game so cold, see my breath in the summer too
Up-an-comer dude, likely what I am to you
But I’ve been faultin lines since earthquakes had magnitudes
That’s my attitude, quick to throw it back at you
Full package, shrink wrapped, postmarked, send it through
Money’s all there, crisp bills all accounted for
But I don’t count shit, no, that’s what my accountant’s for
I ain’t keeping score, I just watch the shotclock
And when the numbers drop down I’ma get my shots off

CHORUS
Drop – ya shit – ya lip – I don’t – Need 
none of that talk back, attitude, fake shit
Time bring the walk back, make a move, make shit