[Verse 1: Laws]
See, my mama told me you better finish school
You better not play around, you better play by the rules
I’m thinking like make up your mind mama
‘Cause Nostradamus told me that the world is mine mama
And I’m Latino so it’s either rap or crime mama
And I ain’t into shitty food and gang rape
So Imma make this rap take the stack cake
Give none of it up like a bad date
‘Cause no one wants a son who’s in last place
And I’m that great, stick a fork in these crab cakes
They well done, I’m like Ricky Martin, they like Will Pung
When will the real come? I ain’t fronting, this is real fun
Watching the death of an establishment I hold so dear
‘Cause the kings ain’t talk to the man in the mirror
And they crumble to the ground while the crown in the air
Feeling like a ring leader with these clowns in my ears

[Hook: Blazed]
I been through the struggle and the pain
Trying to reach to the top of the game
If I could change it all, I wouldn’t change a thing
I been through the crisis and the rain
But there ain’t a thing I would change
If I could change it all, I wouldn’t change a thing

[Verse 2: Laws]
I’m going for the gold, save the baton
Make ‘em disappear with a wave of my wand
I don’t gotta dance, I ain’t say the umm
I walk around the stage and it work like a charm
I’m about to blow like a baby in norm
Cradle in the womb through a patriot’s arms, I don’t care if you follow
This is no place for your type baby, I’m trying to take you beyond
Yeah, Hip-Hop needs saving but c’mon, I been preserving since the 80’s and on
So if I take a little vacation and make a real song
Keep your mouth zipped, save me the drawn
I’m not depressed, my life and times made me this calm
I wish I could say nobody hates me
But dick riders seeing how long it’ll take me to cum
If I lash out, you’ll say that I’m as crazy as them
I’m so far removed from the kid that was so innocent
And I probably wouldn’t know him if I bumped into him
It’s lonely at the middle, what’s the top gonna be?
Just ‘cause I signed a paper, you do not own me
I let you get a piece, you like a silent partner
You got something to say but they still ain’t find hoffer
So get your mind right, I’m Laws, no coppers
Leaving the beat wrapped up in gauze, no doctors

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Laws]
Money got my head spinning like a fan blade
I’m feeling cheaper than gift cards that Pam made
And I was better than your best in my sand phase
Whack shit is cool, acceptance is what I can’t take
We need balance, we need a board, you need lyrics
Ha-ha I need applause, you need me to affect you, I need a cause
Besides the broads, my singles sound like money
And my B-sides is broad so be kind to Laws
‘Cause if you start bugging, from the beehive we swarm
On a world tour from Florida to Hoboken
I got these girls ripping off they shirts, no Hogan
And ladies, don’t think that I’ve missed you
‘Cause I’ve forgotten at least ten dimes since you
And I won’t change so when you think about it
Well this is my life, I wouldn’t change a thing about it

[Hook]