sound. March in the angels for a graceless fall. Cracking foundation of a tortured soul. Up to my neck, outta my head. Up to my neck and out of my head
greekfest Jump in private jets just to sneak west Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh [Chorus] Niggaz want it, now they get it Bitches on it, now they wit it Flooded up and custom fitted Tinted up
World When You See Me I'm Like A Spaceship Lights Everywhere Make Em' Bright Anywhere Got The Sun On My Neck Full Moon On My Wrist Da-Daimonds In My
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
Bars Of Death With this mic in my hand I'm like the Legion of Doom comin' out to iron man Understand, it's ya last one so take a breath And pretty up
penis in front of his tripod Choking his own neck, what part you don't get? I'm saying I die hard! [Royce da 5'9":] When you listen to my bars, nothin
morning, I'd still be up. Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crash the whip, tore a tree up On my way to the dealers trying to re-up, Call
the morning I?d still be up Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, tore a tree up On my way to the dealer?s, tryna re-up Call
like my only teacher Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause I've got Gucci's on my feet Diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist Bitches on my dick But
I'm not a rat to be spat on locked up in this room Those bars that look towards the sun at night look towards the moon Everyday the swallows play in the
an aspirin Step ya game up [instrumental break] [unknown Get Low male] Listen, before I get up in the mornin I ask the Lord for strength Tryin to get my
all, frontin' at all I even got female cops, bustin' my balls Don't mess with my mess, my disc in effect Like the clip in the Tech, ya riskin' ya neck
and razor blades and candy bars. I went to trick-or-treat the first house on my block, Spit in my face and gave my a rock. I tried to give it back and
never heard of her wild style, my mouth gone to train up, I spit Krolyon in five colours, when I speak I spray my name up, split your wig up like Denny
ex to the next for sex or brain, misses or Mrs. Married or not, my game don't stop It's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow Y'all are small
