I'm sleeping my way out of this one With anyone who will lie down I'll be stuck fixated on one star When the world is crashing down I keep telling myself
Yeah, we are running and how we are running Across the hills in the pop art blue Buzzers fly above the car Circling us as if they knew If I fall down
I don't need you anymore I'm okay and I am sure I don't need you anymore Yeah I'm ok, I'm reassured And I don't need you not today I promise I'll call
pregnant, For 7 damn months I thought she was expectin' Then I found out it wasn't mine, but that was only half the issues off my mind. [Talking: B.o.B
chacun sans chacune Pas de cure sans Bessou Pas de rancoeur sans rancune Pas d?ivresse sans etre saoul Pas de Picsou sans fortune Pas de tune sans des sous repic 7
-id-id-im Ha, yeah, 2K7 Don't even pick them controls up unless you ball till you fall babya What it look like y'all LOSO, F to the A-B Street fid-id-
scrn, Y u goin round west wiff Shades on ure face n fake chain on ure neck Posin to b seen... U shudd gt RUSHED I did 280 shows last yr I bagged 7 bills
Hootie] Too my nigga in a... bitch nigga mad cause I'm fucking this woman Get your ass beat put to sleep cause that's b game we too deep I'm what's poppin
[x2] luh dat gun sound, luh dat, luh dat gun sound Waka Flocka Flame or just murdaman FLOCKA! [Verse 1:] Run up on gucci ya might loose ya life I'll do 7
I turn it into winna ya'll hataz don't understand minimum wage niga not earing Your hundred grand I can pay my own ways got my own money maayne b.I.l.
ain't never been wacked And thanks to Bun-B and Pimp-C I got two gold plaques They hanging on my wall pimp I miss you dog Bun-B ride for that boy and
to spit names 24/7-365, nobody at my side They might hit me up, before they help me hide So I roll by myself, or I roll with Trae A.B.N. for life, focused
I had to get it Might not be rich in the present, but I'ma be rich in a minute Cause I got three Cuzos sitting up high, rolling 24's Screaming A.B.N.
'm strapped with my thumb cocked Only gon' take one shot, leave you stretched out on the block [Z-Ro] I'm a motherfuckin asshole, every day all day E.B
on my new shoestrings, bitch I bang My bold laces, match the same color of my flag that hangs (damn) I stay G to the T, E to the B H to the C, the streets
done felt the pain hustlin in the rain not knowin where my meal finna come from out on the corner with soft and hard - stackin tryna get funds duece 4 - 7