Been on my grind, I keep it 50-50

Thats 100 on the real, no balance scales, still trippy

Where I live it's either you know talents well

Or no talent, well we still sell for the record

In fact is the exact same, and these rail tracks is my crack caine

And if you listening then you a fiend

Our music is the cure like some vaccines

I'm exotic to the core so stop asking

Got the blueprints to the game, but I read it as king

There's 47 ways to get this green

One is being an enslaved being, the other dreams

Red pill or blue bean, I can't sit still