Jaguar

[Intro]

This that shit you ride in a hearse to

Surf

That

[Hook]

So we the air we breathe

Came up through the years like a weed from a crack in the street

180 degrees, with smoke rising from the skyline

We the motherfuckers throwing stones from the highrise

Surf

Got a forty in my right hand

An L on the left with some kush on the nightstand

See the smoke steady rising from the skyline

We the motherfuckers throwing stones from the highrise

[Verse 1]

If you don't know by now, you betta get familiar

I do this shit for all my peoples, and my la familia

Step on the scene like I could give a fuck really

Like, pass me the dutch and watch me hit the blunt silly

'Till I'm gone

Will they reminisce like I'm Pete Rock

Of the days stepping out with kangols and tube socks

Chalk line jackets, snap back starter shit

Family matters and welcome back Kotter on my tele

Visions of the world from an early age

Pinning down cyphers on my grade school study page

When the only thing it promises is an early grave

With ya niggas hopping over fences at the pearly gates

But you keep climbing, fuck what the future holds

At the end of the line nobody really knows

If I don't make it out of the city of pain

I'mma flip it upside down and be the link in the chain

[Hook]

So we the air we breathe

Came up through the years like a weed from a crack in the street

180 degrees, with smoke rising from the skyline

We the motherfuckers throwing stones from the highrise

Peace

Got a forty in my right hand

An L on the left with some kush on the nightstand

See the smoke steady rising from the skyline

We the motherfuckers throwing stones from the highrise

[Verse 2]

They shouldn't have let us in the back door

Young black Charlie Sheens geeking off of telenor

Niggas say I dress white, flow must be cocaine

My main girl is chinese, my ex girl has no name

Well

I guess I'll scratch em off the list

As a youngin jerking off I could never picture this

And I be hopping on the stage with a noggin full of rage

Making noise, critics diddy boppin in the cage

I watch niggas crumble

'Cuz you and I will never see eye to eye

Or even burn trees in the same jungle

Zero raw like it's crack from a dusty impala

To these white bitches and they favorite band's Mr. Bungle

Green mile, put my money in the satchel

And gasface them niggas rockin diamonds on they belt buckles

I don't backpack, and I don't spit science

But my mind is lost, can you please find it?

[Hook]

So we the air we breathe

Came up through the years like a weed from a crack in the street

180 degrees, with smoke rising from the skyline

We the motherfuckers throwing stones from the highrise

Surf

Got a forty in my right hand

An L in the left and some kush on the nightstand

See the smoke steady rising from the skyline

We the motherfuckers throwing stones from the highrise