there ain't no disguising the truth No I ain't into hiding the Truth People say I'm strange, does it make me a stranger? My best friend was born in a
Motherfucker yeah I said it so what you gon' do? My city, I'm the one in the town I'm the king, matter of fact, I'm loving the crown Nigga is top dog, we the best
city Then yelling out swish way before it in the net And I ain't knocking a niggas hustle, it's all a game And when they mention the best, will they
Wishing I was someone else I walked across the city 'Cause I couldn?t stand your pity Big lie, small world Big lie, small world The place you live looks opulent And obviously a higher
her could she pass (come on over) By the house so we can get it going Don't act like that bitch, cause I know you hoein Could you bring your friend, the
last The S-T-R, double E-T, own a Desert E Keep it closely, I feed off envy and foul energy Your best friend's your worst enemy Thug therapy until they
from the gun blast burner, I last The S-T-R, double E-T, own a Desert E Keep it closely, I feed off envy and foul energy Your best friend's your worst
coolin at the spot Ain't much wrong plus you're makin it hot I like shinin from all the grindin Girl's best friend, man I'm just like diamonds I like
Those a hundred proof nigga tell you differet, he a liar Drop 1 album, set the world on fire I will not stop and I wont retire You niggaz smoke good, but I stay higher
high rollin Everything you have is yours and not stolen A girl runs up with somethin to prove So don't just stand there bust a move [Verse Four:] Your best friend
locked up, I'm just a punk low rankster Jail cells know me too damn well Seems like I've built on Earth my own personal hell No matter how high I climbed
answer when they call but you be there in a hurry, Thats what them girls like (x4) When yo' jeans match yo' jacket and yo' burt sits high, with yo' friends
' real high rollin' Everything you have is yours and not stolen A girl runs up with somethin' to prove So don't just stand there bust a move Your best friend
don't test me, many rappers don't impress me You try steppin into my city I'll, Snipe em like Wesley So you best be on your way, I'm doper than Marion
caught in the wrong Just walking through the mall With a short on my arm Now i played the fool Sitting in the sneaker store buying shoes My girl best friend
they hate my bad ways Real bad ass ways (Bad ways) Real bad ass ways (You got bad ways) Real bad ass ways Get glock 'cause it pays From city to city
no love, unless a nigga slangin drugs or high Conversations with these bitches on my mobil Always in control and never let these bitches know ya And even though I'm gettin high
bust, hold my hood up high In the name of the streets I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' rich ride I'm gonna ball, hold my hood up high In the name of the streets