I asked you how, could you give a smile Oh these wicked hours and wicked days keep me down Won't let me get away But you do it to yourself And it happens
others see the system that I see Or do they see and say they blame it on society? The days of smart enough come to over, just say thousands And as I live and
model and go gold and get big-headed like they swallowin colleges I spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill 'em up You what? Thirty, forty years old and
long My anxiety is building up Moments turn into Hours and hours to days in my mind Can someone tell me the time I don't wanna wait a vain And I don't
I've been up for 4 days Getting money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold Spades Rolexes, chauffeurs and low fades I keep thinking
till it makes you drop Yes, I'm one of a kind, I'm Super Rhymes And I'd like to say hello And since I'm on the mic and I'm ready to rock This is how
this word, bullets and more The game don't wanna recognize me no more Fine, I'll pull a pluck from the wall Puffy and those niggas gettin' paid off I
difference between me and them and me and him It's Priest amongst the immortal men Prepare nigga, 'Psychic World of Walter Reed' It's difference between me and
hours, days, years and the minutes the joy the pain the sunshine and rain in it the drives on the coast to nowhere nothing to say just sit and stare there
lines battle for your mind like Israel and Palastine good news there is some hard ass times no more disses repeated hook lines and chorus' days of doris' got issues and
you off course Flying through the sky like the Pegeasus horse You lost to be the boss, I toss Kill corny niggas with no remorse Turn my lights off, turn
now-a-days you ain't nothing, but some dust in the wind Get with the time, and quit worrying about mine homie Get on your grind, and everything gon turn
And tell you that I care Makin' love all night, slowly pulling on your hair Take the phone off the hook and turn the lights down low Marvin Gaye got some Healing and
hour We needed more a dollars so I started slangin powder I used to see my homies on the block gettin money It just start [?] and shit and I was lookin
hear [Chorus] If you're not really here Then the stars don't even matter I wanna be next to you Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold [Repeat
I been up for four days, gettin' money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold spades Rolexes, chauffeurs and low fades I keep thinking
struck by the fired off faustian? days? Neither brother of Job nor the son ? and Carl was nae cousin unto me but I know where I've wronged and I've turned to the left and
and seven seas Streets is Lebanese Be rockin' Bulgari wrist watches and sniper marines Most of these MC's can't even rap, just model and go gold And