Hook:
I'm doing 95 on 95, and I'm smoking my weed it got me so high, u see I'm in demand I'm looking for supply. And f*ck a slice my nigga I want the whole pie.
It's many ways to get bread so I choose three. Cause I ain't the same nigga I used to be. And I won't stop until they reading y'all my eulogy. Until then you'll see two of me. Going full speed down the interstate. On the grind for a dinner plate. Start early and I finish late. F*ck the world until it ovulate. Change the wave. I demodulate. Create a bond until it conjugate. Combine forces. it reciprocate, by then I'll be doing great. Until then ima hustle straight, cause I can tell you this. Even a pen (pin) don't commemorate. So don't stop please accelerate. A heavyweight is not a feather. Love and pain go together. If u can wether the storm, then you can fully in any weather. But in a cold world don't forget a sweater.
Hook:
I'm doing 95 on 95, and I'm smoking my weed it got me so high, u see I'm in demand I'm looking for supply. And f*ck a slice my nigga I want the whole pie.
(Chorus): 95 on 95
I'm boulder (bolder) than Colorado, losing is not an option and its not my bravado, and time waits for no one, my nigga so f*ck yo movado, my mission is kinda Rocky, no sign of Apollo. I gotta keep going so all this pain ima swallow, getting back on my grind, that's if the sun come out tomorrow, but in the back of my mind, I need a dollar to borrow, so I can recline, so when I get it, you got it then we all gone shine. But some niggas love to keep their little hustle to a minimal. But shit not me, I'm affiliated with criminals, and I give it to you straight, so motherf*ck the subliminal, these niggas holler soldier, but I'm the motherf*cking general. With an identical bad side to conquer demons, so I be letting my pants sag in Marcus Niemen, and no one playing the bad guy, we hardly even, and I done got a lot of "cut", but I was hardly bleeding.