Zeno - Cause and effect Lyrics

I grind hard in this game digging holes in the tundra
Crazy motherfucker in a rush like Chris Tucker
Spit the funky shit I make the beat go 'wuku wuku'
The hour hand is butter
Minute hands floatin
You're either sinking or floatin
You're either spittin or choking
Theres Nuff fish in the ocean
Dont die for nooky
Nuff bud in the cone could be Gelato or its Cookies
Families fulla Sopranos, your team be fulla rookies cah
What's the cause and effect
Wasn't raised in rough ends never gripping a Tec
But some friends went OT and I ain't seen them again
Started speaking bought a Mic now I speak with my pen
Its crazy
Im the Nas of the South West
And I barely have an opponent
Heads on my shoulders ask bro I'm barely smoking
Gelato in my cone take a toke and words are rarely spoken
I was built for the stage
Cant wait to see a thousand flashlights pointed my way
Sway to my shit 'cus I've been spittin for day
The money ain't a focus darg and neither the fame
Real shit
I wrote these bars in the back of a whip
Jet lag I cant wait to get back to the crib
Two maggies one sip now shes tasting the tip
She ain't chip in for the tab so bro I'm taking a trip
Check
Its a game man I'm playing to win
Hands swinging like a Breitling quit eying my wrist
I want stacks in the safe
Red notes from a flip
There ain't no shortcuts in this shit but bro I'm taking the lift
What's the cause and effect
Wasn't raised in rough ends never gripping a Tec
But some friends went OT and I ain't seen them again
Started speaking bought a Mic now I speak with my pen

I grind hard in this game digging holes in the tundra
Crazy motherfucker in a rush like Chris Tucker
Spit the funky shit I make the beat go 'wuku wuku'
The hour hand is butter
Minute hands floatin
You're either sinking or floatin
You're either spittin or choking
Theres Nuff fish in the ocean
Dont die for nooky
Nuff bud in the cone could be Gelato or its Cookies
Families fulla Sopranos, your team be fulla rookies cah
What's the cause and effect
Wasn't raised in rough ends never gripping a Tec
But some friends went OT and I ain't seen them again
Started speaking bought a Mic now I speak with my pen
Its crazy
Im the Nas of the South West
And I barely have an opponent
Heads on my shoulders ask bro I'm barely smoking
Gelato in my cone take a toke and words are rarely spoken
I was built for the stage
Cant wait to see a thousand flashlights pointed my way
Sway to my shit 'cus I've been spittin for day
The money ain't a focus darg and neither the fame
Real shit
I wrote these bars in the back of a whip
Jet lag I cant wait to get back to the crib
Two maggies one sip now shes tasting the tip
She ain't chip in for the tab so bro I'm taking a trip
Check
Its a game man I'm playing to win
Hands swinging like a Breitling quit eying my wrist
I want stacks in the safe
Red notes from a flip
There ain't no shortcuts in this shit but bro I'm taking the lift
What's the cause and effect
Wasn't raised in rough ends never gripping a Tec
But some friends went OT and I ain't seen them again
Started speaking bought a Mic now I speak with my pen