Can I crash out? Every day shit, every night shit Finna get packed out Kumbaya shit Can I crash out? Woah, woah, woah, woah Can I get loose? Can I get loose? Set it off Jada Pink A lil August baby Can’t decipher the heat Ima sweat it off Hot, hot Two stepping on the edge of greatness and disaster Faster Future focus, greener pastures Too devoted to the past Knowing it don’t last longer than a blink Third eye manifesting everything I just gotta be ready for it Legacy, legacy All I can think I been deading these habits that’s weighing me down But what goes around tends to come back around Tug and I pull I been fighting my crown King to ambition A slave to the ground A wing for ignition To surf in the clouds Can I crash out? Every day shit, every night shit Finna get packed out Kumbaya shit Can I crash out? Woah, woah, woah, woah Can I get loose? Can I get loose? Can I crash out? In the background Spirit and body separate How does that sound? Information too prevalent Finna max out The cards shuffle like birds We all struggle We all huddle for warmth in a cold world Got a laundry list of accomplishments I look scholarly through my flaws Is this the true image of God? The root of every demise? The way to capitalize A product of environ- Meant for 9-5s I was meant to inspire But these days it’s been getting hard to inspire I pray I never expire I pray I never expire One day Reaping fruit from every tree that I sweat on Dumbing down my intelligence Something I never let on Mama didn’t raise no punk Wrestling seeing M's Finna make me jump Undertake what I can I’m a rock, I’m a beast I’m a man Pedigree too elite to reduce who I am Who gon' remain cool if shit hit the fan? Few do remain solid Less tend to move with the knowledge Wonder is it glory or the gwalla? Double Gs on me since a toddler Wonder is it story over pockets? Running from Astoria to Compton Praying that I just don’t crash out Uhhh Uhhh All my life bred to feel a way Uhhh Uhhh