need. Yet its out of my reach. Verse 2 Years go on, time rolls slow if you sucomb to the game Excepting less than you want; settlings such a shame Selling out
let's get 'em riled up Let's go! This only for my real niggaz Big truck, fill the lane, fifth wheel with it Stink pink gators, my Detroit players Game like A out
have a voice so I can make my points I can't imagine running a race with no finish line Just let me keep my pace and make to most of my time I love giving
minutes Peace Allah, hope tha scribe reach ya hands in good health As for self, no sense of worrying my cards been dealt Sunk in a cell, fishscale, fifth year of my
got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain On that insane tip E-B-K everyday The block-style bitch smokin' dank With my braids in my
and stash coke up in they pussy After all of that I wanted ones The way my nigga was talkin so next trip I went to bounce with son So now we out of town
's cops be walkin' up and down the street Folks be pointin' they fingers sayin' "Partner gotta grip" Basically what I was doin' was protectin' my people My million dollar spots, it was my
that soft stuff for the Care Bears The way I freak funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah" Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss on how I walk talk and dress, they say my
Drop it) Yo, Billy runnin 'em out (Clap 'em) Huh (Bounce) Huh (Bounce) Ugh (Bounce) Ugh (Let it Go) [Hook] For all my niggaz on the corner, going hard (Let It Go) For my
ignorant niggas, y'all need help Don't you know my track record? Man it speaks for itself I kept the best beats for myself My instrumentals out of reach
True true true true true true) Another DipSet rudeboy shottas connection Shoutout to my man Vybz Kartel [Vybz Kartel:] (Up to di time) All my Portmore
you could I be diggin' in my pockets It ain't trickin' if you got it And since a niqqa from the projects Champagne out of a can would be the fly sh! t
' to fall Three vodka pineapple and a bottle of this And my nigga Young Gotti just swallowed a fifth Uh, you know everywhere we go we hearin' it That me and my
the trunk) On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin saki I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers, like Liberace To all my 223 spitters, hustlers
quick And pullin' my trigger as I let you feel the damn pain Death is thought inside my muthafuckin' brain As the fire blaze in my eyes, I'm seein' demons
peace, rest in peace. [Flesh:] I?m sendin my chrome upside your dome, hater, disrespect my home, nigga, let?s get it on. Fifth Dog flipped out, and
I knew what the plan was To get that CREAM, and serve them fiends Around the same time my nigga Buck converged with Beans Two way team, posted up on the