(Verse 1)
I use to be a humble guy only eating humble pie
Now I just don't give a f*ck, California Humboldt high
I'm worldwide from New York but I'm Cali high
Plus I'm plotting power moves out in Paraguay
I'm finna let the dough pile, indigo child
Whose finna go wild if another bitch ask me if I really know Styles
7:30 hearing and I'm finna blow trial
I remember nights that I couldn't afford dinner
Now I'm in the room with grammy award winners
Now we at the Cannabis Cup smoking the winners
I love New York but I can't do one more winter
D-Block on my chest, but we rock with the jets
No disrespect to Khaled, but my weed's the best
I feel like BIG, I'm ready to die
I feel like Wiz, I'm very high
I feel like Nas, New York state of mind
Last of a dying breed I was born in 89
I was bout 12 when we are the streets dropped
Welcome to D-Block, the mighty mighty D-Block
(Chorus 2x)
Everything slow motion like Juvenile
It ain't nothing, just business as usual
It makes sense to you it seems unusual
(Verse 2)
I'm on the brink of something
You're the type to toast a drink to nothing
When you think of Fortes you better think of hustling
When I walk into a room you know the bitches blushing
When I'm talking to the moon, no interruptions
Deep meditaiton, sleep deprivation
Don't tell me I don't need this medication
Every single day is a weed celebration
My soul travels the earth, I don't need a vacation
I'm paranoid, cause the block is hot, mad cops
Plus I keep this pad lock in a plaid sock
In this back pack I have on with my laptop with mad songs
And every single one of em is mad hot
(Chorus)
Everything slow motion like Juvenile
It ain't nothing, just business as usual
It makes sense to you it seems unusual