I use the rags of betrayal and the fuel of desperation to light a fire. This temper is lost upon me, though it is sure to find you momentarily. I cannot
Got up in the club Posted in the back Feeling so good Looking so bad Rocking this skirt Rocking this club Got my middle finger up I dont really give a f*** Rocking these diamonds Im rocking this
Wassup to Magic City This here should be your weather So throw it on back cause I want that butt I'm a still be hear when the sun comes up When the sun comes up
everything All, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl I'd trade it all Even give up my good green All
pounds This is Heaven on Hell This is how she wanna live She ain't really trippin', she's on Beverly Hills [Chorus:] And she throws up whatever she eats
my nigga Cole busy, but genius is back I light up my spliff take a sip of my yack Thinking back of when the city weren't thinking of rap They weren't
Every mornin' I wake up I start my day off wrong, Firin' up that kush before I even put my clothes on. Load my Glock .40 before I even wash my face, I
day and night, around the clock that's how we work I could give a fuck, about these niggaz wanting beef They been muted by my paper chase, interrupt me you might come up
block With my first 25, and a hand full of rocks Posted up at Samantha house on the West, on the porch Ready to give my nigga some work, or give him
these niggaz when they walk up on me Y'all don't know me, some of y'all rappers think y'all know me This nigga right here don't give a fuck though, so
When a red light shine, go and lay it down Who the niggaz that wanna talk down Who the bitch that wanna hate, I'm fin to sweat up they face Me and Doug and Ro, up
to the green leaving you breathless Ak'd up your chest nothing but a memory about breakfast So break fast, with your frosted and fake ass This ain't the boot nigga this
(Mexican D) What's up baby, Mexican D hollering this Just getting back with you, told you we was gone chill Come through, blow something, smoke something
's. The world has caught on fire from what I've been told. These city lights are killing ever slowly. The sanity with in me. Maybe I lost in my creation. This
will you have no ticket still, you say you will but may not leave untill the stars? urge you to get in a fast car and drive urge you to give up this
give in I?ve worked to hard for this I let the stress build, I sit and ball my fists This town gets cold I pull the wool down I look up at the stars,
calls to bail sheets It ain't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night Probably involves me comin up
