, writin' the love notes Butt naked, strippin' out of her trenchcoat Got me hittin' high notes, pitchin' a deep throat Bitch be suckin' niggas car door
Hey man you know I'm really okay The gun in my hand will tell you the same But when I'm in my car Don't give me no crap Cause the slightest thing and
I can hear the critics talking over the applause Yeah I tried to tell em', Future let em' know Send the haters all my love?X and O I got a black box where
m a rhyme, told em that this sing got me signed, Try to put me in a box I will not stay there And if I fall I will not lay there, Grown man, this is not
the first time Suddenly, as calm as can be Sky full of wonder, tears asunder Climb through the car Falling up to meet the road Something in my head will
and boulders hacked up, (hack! hack!) crushing 'The LINCOLN'! I gave him the money He acted real funny He hocked up a rock and It TOTALLED my car! Oh
Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all Nascar game, why the fuck will I starr Im the franchize
for the ??? Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin king Cause if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting And your cell mate is a 25 to lifer They will
a shell in the chamber, waitin to pop Like Stoudamire on the court I'm used to movin the rock Cruise in the drop, 740, snub in the box My attitude shifty
for the ??? Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin king Cuz if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting And your cell mate is a 25 to lifer They will