It's the land of you want it, I got it
Place where they throw diamonds in the trash because no one will find em
Picture me roaming the streets in hopes that a label come sign a G, then a Tahoe pull up so slow wanting smoke like refineries
Man it's crabs in a bucket
Soon as you look like you could make it out man, they grabbing and tugging all on yo ankles
I then watched plenty niggas go to the league, but risk it all to be gangsta
Nowadays they just sit and look at they jerseys on hangers
I laugh in the face of a nonbeliever
Grew up a screw up deep in the land of the finders keepers
Look at what came from the mud
Chose to keep rising above
Blood on the soles of they shoes but that's not designer sneakers
Look at me right in my eyes, tell me you see a disguise
Niggas be calling me beaver, guess cause they leave it to I
Niggas that's asking for features might as well hand me a cleaver
Mickey the man at logistics, I could just send them to Jesus
If he asking for it, hit him up and let him know I got a package for him
Sometimes I need me a breather and I step back for a moment
Nonetheless I'm a elitist and they just keep average Joe-ing
Is he for real
Is he for play
He from the Trill, that mean PA
If you support then you'll replay
If you support then you'll report and tell them folk up at the top Mickey Woods Jr. on the way
Is he for real
Is he for play
He from the Trill, that mean PA
If you support then you'll replay
If you support then you'll report and tell them folk up at the top Mickey Woods Jr. on the way

Look, I pray my soul to keep
It was a eye for a eye
Happiness flooded the streets
That was from nine until five
Saying he out of his mind
Reason he slower to speak
We getting popular while the land belongs to the meek
Just give a mountain to climb
He keep defying the odds
Many was down for the ride
Can't keep they eyes on the road
Can't keep a fly off the shit
Always somewhere in the mix
Gave you a piece of my mind
That's just as real as it gets
Gave you a piece of my mind, that's just as real as it get

When your squad full of gods everybody feeling lit
When you trying to beat the odds and then find out he a bitch
Find out where his mama stay and get some restitution
Stomp him out just like it's Dance Dance Revolution
Now BeSomethn be the brand and it's a movement
Never tell them what you planned man, keep them clueless
Keep them clueless
You can't trust them like a pool stick, I brought my own shit
Why we haven't talked ages, get off my phone bitch
Caught these niggas stealing steez you could swear I loaned it
Hustle like I'm Vietnamese, I be trying to own shit
Hustle like I'm Black and Mild niggas on my wood tip
And they girl love the way a young nigga wood grip
I pray my soul to keep
It was a eye for a eye
Happiness flooded the streets
That was from nine until five
Saying he out of his mind
Reason he slower to speak
We getting popular while the land belongs to the meek
Just give a mountain to climb
He keep defying the odds
Many was down for the ride
Can't keep they eyes on the road
Can't keep a fly off the shit
Always somewhere in the mix
Gave you a piece of my mind
That's just as real as it gets
Gave you a piece of my mind, that's just as real as it get

Okay if it's in demand then you best believe I got it
I come from the land where it's stones all in they pockets
Mickey Mickey set a trend and they cannot wait to jock it
Mickey set a trend and they cannot wait to jock it
I miss I miss a loose end and they cannot wait to spot it
That's why I be in the wind, ain't no hating on my island
It be pimping in my logic and no fiction in my written here beholds a spitting prophet, yeah