goin' back

oh shit, i'm goin' back, yeah, it's back to my grind, then back to cali, smoke the maui, got no wings, just roll through the valley, seen many faces but they don't know about me, on a divine paper chase, got a girl up in, seminole county where i stay at, then you can fuck a man to that maybach in my driveway, driving intoxicated, the highway, couple compadres, smoke a devil sitting sideways, catch me on the scuffle for violations, your muzzle get misplaced, like the pistol was in a maze, i'm goin', i'm goin' back, to the grind site, calculations say that the time's right, my imagination stay with the limelight, i don't crime fight, do the latter, add to the quota, police know me by the scent of odor, stay getting colder, i'm a entrepreneur of sorts, balling, i ain't new to this sport, married to the game, soon to divorce, that mary jane store, new imports, from overseas, kept my shoe in the court, looking north, pray to god that he blessing me, mama say the weed make a lesser me, i keep saying how it's key to the recipe, i'd never be one of these lames that fantasize, boy, they kill it, dog, taking they light, so for the night, i'm just, i'm goin' back, back in time, dog, laid back, cutting the rhymes off, just cleaning the surface like it was pine-sol, divine, dog, swear to god, i'm called on a mission, lot of heat, but i'm not in the kitchen and not wishin', for some better days, i just do and not dream it, my head on tight and it's straight, but i'm leanin', am i schemin'? take a lot more to believe it, and the more i pray to god, the less i'm getting them demons, i'm goin', yeah, all the way back to the basics, me and my grind, in these times tryna make it, i'm feeling like christ at the end, so forsaken, yo, but i ain't getting crucified, bitch, i got the juice, i'ma ride, let the shots blaze, this ain't a hot phase, of law-abiding, wave around a bag in a cop's face, shots chased down with more liquor, my entourage mixed, so these nigga-hating crackers get mo' sicker, but go figure, i just get mo' and mo' figures, and gold-digging women try to get in my soul different, like all these hoes ain't already tried that, swear i despise that, these bitches, they don't know where my mind's at, it's too pimpin', intelligent and too different, to give it all up to these loose women, who's spinnin'?, i swear it's me or the room, from where i'm standin', looking less and less like the hamptons and more like another city, so tell these bums to quit fucking with me, and get your money right before you try something with me, bitch, i'm a new breed, and y'all some old news, but shit, i'ma take it back to the old school, yeah, i'ma take it back, dog, yeah, i'ma take it back, dog, bitch, i'ma take it back, dog, fake mafuckers, you should learn to rap, dog