in body tap where they throw that cheeze up I been about my paper niggas know about my stack You dont like that dirty money send yo girl to wipe me down Million
take your time young man and build your own Don't wind up like your old dad Still searching for them glory days he never had So many bad want to scheme
mine to Bert & Cory And still got bills and employees to pay So excuse me Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my days My ways of control is hard
your time young man and build your own Don't wind up like your old dad Still searching for them glory days he never had So many bad want to scheme for
Back in the day smoke a lil herb was all cool Now they got dope fiends dreamin of blood pools [?] could fight, shit, off and go their way But these days