First light tonight, First light tomorrow, First light this morning, First light this evening, First light tonight. First light tonight, First light
stack my change, and I'm back to claim My reign on top, so pack your thangs I rack your brain like crack cocaine My fame won't stop or I'll jack your
my change, and I'm back to claim My reign on top, so pack your thangs I rack your brain like crack cocaine My fame won't stop or I'll jack your chain
two, three) Green light Tic tac toe yo, and here we go Red means stop and green light means go Common sense dropped cause I truly love the hip hop (Beatboxing) I even like to beatbox In the morning
thatcome out crack of my ass On my first day, on my worst day, and even in my hearse day You couldn't write a rhyme, if I gave you the first verse Ta
I stress in my rhymes...fighting for yo' spirit and you mind! So what it be like my brother be catching gangrene The water be brown in the morning in my sink Who that in my
us on the run. Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down, And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down. Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light
taste Her fickleness was thrown back in my face 14 days since we first met She's stopped replying to my texts Only fools fall in love She served up my
my eye for' I live it, breath it, feel it, need it, fall asleep to it Wake up in the morning with my clock bumpin' music Frequent my job's bathroom,
m lookin' at you (Lookin' at you, baby) It's obvious ('Bout the way I feel for you) He opened up to love, in spite of everything First thought of every 'morn
morning I wake up, lookin in the mirror I am, the original Black Elvis That's right when you see me, with my wig to the side wearin my short leather jacket
Man] My shit is Ironman magazine built, flip through the pages See my lyrics straight posin on cycles, they flex the looks I'm black coffee for you non-morning
roll up I need a time Take a ride downtown man Im higher than these skyscapers Roll the windows up tryna get my smoke on 2 in the morning still riding with my
: Richie Rich] When I wake up in the morning, first I yoke out then I [????] pimp, so I can smoke out Good green opening up my third eye for sure As
and thick figured I'd head over to her place I grabbed my jim-hats, my keys, and my license quick She was a White Russian I closed my door as I'm fantasizing
seen the scale? My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordans light grey And
