VERSE ONE

Set em up, let it run, lock it in, get it done
Can’t wait for the fortune to come to me, I work hard, man it’s all that I’ve done
Like a formula one, I race at a pace that I set for myself in a lane of my own
Chill up back until I overtake em all claiming a throne
Taking it home, owned in a pool room, up in full view
In a tough time, man I pull through, from a rough ride that we saw grew
Out of days that are gone, changing the page that I’m on
Still I go play with a plan A and an ace that I drop, got a mob like
Golly gosh he back olly popping in, finding a grind, rocky boxing it
Lock down couldn’t stop me flossing I’m living it large like I’m body positive (oof)
What a model example, when I chop up a sample
Yo I’m not gonna stand still, bring a vibe up like rocks in a gram will
So rack it up and cop that and leave the microphone for the men here
Let it be clear, giving them vibes that enemies fear
That’s why they call it a mitre 10 out of 10
Rhyme on a mic, crème de la crème
And I fight for the right, from the start to the end,
to defend any family and friends when Im flexing
Home grown zone, do it pro bono
Not a flow in the whole globe that I don’t own so
My will like a villain, my skill it be killing the mix with a flick of the wrist
I ain’t a felon that’s yelling or telling the kids that it’s lit when my shit is legit look
I’m an old school dude so the skill not new
Twenty years in and I’ve still got juice
Rose to the peak and I will not move
With machine gun flows that will kill shot you
Whose, got the goods to rob the books of me and my peers, there’s
Never been a better time to set it straight I elevate it
Even though I haven’t done a brand new record in years



CHORUS
Four walls, the present offered to me
In time given to self, I find vision and peace I’m needing
Four walls, the present offered to me
In time given to self, I find vision and peace I’m needing
Four walls, I’m needing four walls, I’m needing four walls

VERSE TWO

Had a break, stepped back, put down the mic and went Dad
Picked up my board to go skate, quality time with friends I won’t waste
Post haste, let’s go, no need to read no memo
It’s my M.O, switch the tempo, turn it all off, ditch the damn phone
Vincent Vangogh, paint a sky bright, Splash colour round and aim to shine bright
Fork in the road I pick one and choose, roll with the punches live to get through
Vamoose, I’m gone, mentally drained from the cage I’m from
Kush and the Womack blown on the reg, those who relate well they say right on
Write on, pen bars, been penned in by what I pent up I
Bend a, strait life back to a bender, No brah, grade A marks will get passed
No Bra, yes please, strip it all off to nothing lets see
We don’t get much time to be us, I’m living any minute I’m given to get deep
These sweet lips that I taste get kissed in a way that will see pain drift into space
One slip of the tongue could twist till we’re joint at the hip for an instant escape
I live for today, means no time for the night
Plus these kids that I raise, in a house with a wife got me bound in a tight vice
Of the obligation with the routine and the status quo
City living in a catacomb, to the outer suburbs where I have a home
I’m a loose unit, on a tight budget, trying to feed a stomach on a lot of stress
Young bucks to the old mates when I’m in a zone I bet that none will flex
Man I ‘m getting busy in the lab again, breaking atoms till I’m adamant
That I’m still here with here with a skill set that will shatter ego’s in a rapper head
Sonny no cap, man I’m all caps, like I’m MF, spelling hella doom
Killer talent that I cannot loose, finding zen up in a padded room