[Verse 1: Dylan Ross] It’s the rule of Handzum character my word is word I do not burn the fucking world down but I get the urge (daily) Tattoos on my face Logic made me never catch a case Constantly harassed and never met a cop I didn’t hate (swine) And nowadays I hate most music people just the same It’s like they try to silence me cause I got ethics in my brain I’ll never be a worker ant because I like to work The price that you put on yourself is what your life is worth I’m on top of my shit but at times when I’m not I get what I deserve Everybody knows right and wrong but when you lose your vision then the line gets blurred Pete cals and fined and fried off many different kinda herb Only the realest around me and so I definitely ride with Smurf How many pounds in an ounce (twenty thousand) I many ounces in a gram (ten) I’m bucking off the wham With the work in my blood As I creep with a fan and I do not give a damn Anybody ever really wanna run up on me Imma chop em’ like a salad But I also got an army With intent to make the planet better But if you don’t get it you will never be down with the H-A-N-D-Z-U-M
[Verse 2: Black Smurf] The life I’m living lately Got me by myself still right Solo Dolo nigga [?] We’re not fucking out today but you know how that feel Cory caught me on some old shit Jetlag he ain’t get kill I’m just thinking while I’m moping Tryna keep my mind open [?] I’m just living in the moment My partner shot rounds in me Really took me by surprise Made me open up my eyes Switched my hoe and turning fine