Everything's perfect down in the street
Down with the weed, down with the heat
Down with the beat, down with the key
To every fucking door but I'm down in the scene
Drownin' in peace, loud as a beast
And thousands of women are waiting for the release
Lots of MCs think they're so fucking fly
But I doubt it to see
That the motherfucker is back in the game and you press the
Replay button back in this case like in Fairy and Tales
The ones ridden by Heming away down and Paper are back in the days
Everything is over and out, I wrote this shit down
Lord, let the people just notice this now
On the road with the sound, I bring dope into the town
So much that I'm dying of smoke Don't see the crowd
Puff, puff it up, puff it up
Writ, written on the street
You know very well that Gary has no time
Puff, puff it up, puff it up
Writ, written on the street
You know very well that Gary has no time
I only produce music that goes over all the speakers
And finally the art is passed down to us
The play button so much chosen, for profit in the game
Which is only on the side of this G with Brain
And Tell me, Wayne, what you fucking understand about the music
The shit is lame and what you're saying isn't even close to being so real that I'm just thinking about this scene
This one The path was paved by me and just walked on by me
Digga, you're not a rapper who compares himself to me
I'm just too heavy for the business
You know that Fuck you feed
So you just turn the system up to more
Because once I'm spitting bars, you'll think to yourself
What the heck is that?
How do you bring it because such a blatant flow to the beat, damn
I don't have time for stupid little bitches anymore
And now the verse is over and finally it's time for business
Puff, puff it up, puff it up
Writ, written on the street
You know very well that Gary doesn't have time
Puff, puff it up, puff it up
Writ, written on the street
You know very well that Gary doesn't have any time