When these pillars get pulled down It will be you who wears the crown and i'll owe everything to you How much pain has cracked your soul? How much love
Passed out on the overpass Sunday best and broken glass Broken down from the bikes and bars Suspended like spirits over speeding cars You and me were
swang, we gon' bang, we gon' dip and scrape Blow the brain, so cut the sunshine [Baby Bash:] We In Motion' Cruisin' and coastin' Laughin' and jokin' Girl, what, I'm smokin' Volvo's open
[Fabolous:] A toast to Mr Tagalouchie and zipping open louis duffle bags of louchie, Bragging loosely about bagging hoochies, No logos on the clothes
feat. Lloyd) [Fabolous] Tryin to show you somethin shorty Ay baby girl they say the world is a beautiful place, that's right I'm tryin to help you open
that I could have you If I wanted You see me, there's no doubt Ima be confronted So today you finally opened your eyes Hopin to try, to get me her open
I can close my eyes and make this moment last as i watch raindrops of diamonds turn to glass as the flowers they were open right beside the strawberry
laugh, mouth open, sums up my past. I craved fulfillment, too shallow to know I could never be fully filled again. Here we are and it's open. I lay her
gone to see Little bit of this and a little bit of that We proceed to give them what they need Just wakin up and gettin stoned Rub my eyes and check my phone Open
Really Don't Watch Who I Am Don't Watch Who He Is I Wanna Know Who He Is I Swear Thats The Youth With Glasses Theres No Sun Son Lowe The Glasses Leave
night we at the rocks, with ten cars deep and all them Lacs Jumping stacks dump a gat, steel jabs and quarterbacks Yeah we rapping but it ain't just rap, money we need all of that Bulgari glasses
{?} his ass and I'll leave yo' head open I'ma roll the way I wanna roll in the 3 or the glass house Rov' Rangin with motherfuckers displayin my glass
and hide I got 17 in the clip, plus I got one inside The chamber leaving no remainders, I display myself And put my mask on up in my glass house, like
in the right lane and I'm in the left So I hit the break and he hit the gas, and as he passed I busted a shot that broke the glass And the car was swerving
a thugs life my life is what you dream of your girlfriend's a nigger lover in case you haven't noticed she's the dopest, her mind is open floatin' like
put the dope down, and it won't hurt no more But the only thing I really seem to understand, is murda mo' They tell me keep my trigga finger easy, I'll open
Go as a luxury pass on to the middle class While the poor play in parks filled with broken glass And as we point our fingers we turn our backs We can'
