I can't believe it looks so real My eyes have not lied to me it looks like hell and feels so cold Can this be what I think? "It is" Can I be dead
head cheese Then take a look inside My book of recipes Now, don't you sniff around For something fluffy and light I need a man who brings A man
And take a look around Sounds that shook a town Man it feel good to smile So I shouldn't frown When the night is looking down Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the smoothest crook around
best friend use to be I-10 Until my out of town connect, put out your chest and took my ends Got me throwed off in the mind, retaliation's what I take Fears get
coming true, what I'm gonna do Make a million and pull a stunt or two, a stunt or two [Trae] Step into the world of a mob nigga, live in so much pain
kryptonite got a nigga dazing Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped At a stop light in a
get a panic pulse when they are so far from home to me that is the reason to continue to roam exhilaration mix with the people skunk blazing checking out
[VERSE 1] HEY YOU, LOOKING AROUND AT YOUR FRIENDS YOU SEE SOMETHING ABOUT THEM HAS CHANGED AND NOTHINGS CLEAR THEY'RE NOT THE SAME DON'T YOU TAKE IT
One] Yo, yo, yo a crackhead leaves skilled ????? for dead Dumb cats think I pack lead from the bloodshed Words spread, and vocals (?) intent Patriarch making marks like the stroke of a
ground. Get on up, look around, can't you feel the wind of change? Get on up, taste the air, can't you see the wind of change? Get on up, look around
down to the ground. And the birds don't sing, no they don't make a sound, When you're six feet underground. Well they cast me out when the word spread around
' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you
is like a pussy Nigga play and get fucked I'm out here mindin my own buisness Niggas pressin their luck And I'm like stuck in the middle of a rock and
bags Like my brown Louis luggage, I'm in a brown suit A rare Louis collection, pushin a brown Coupe Paint job sick like a bitch leakin out brown douche
up Get naked and run around Waving the gun around I think I'm down to a hundred pounds There's thunder, I wonder How come it rains but the sun is out?
s thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain fart Want urine in your