Take another look at waht you are how the fuck did you become that ? post hardcore sucker dont thinkfor a second that your better then me ive heard stories
him out Girl, giddy-up, now get, get down He's lookin' around this club and it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look
And lose all your mass appeal Lights out, brain dead Another victim of pop culture Small minds, force fed Another victim of pop culture Lights out, brain dead Another
get dangerous(bis) See that yout'man waiting' at the traffic light Become predator when he gets on road Go out to party as you run to a fight Just can't let another
mean let's be honest you never liked a nigga Tryin to live beyond this so I kept the strap on Clap on, clap off lights out like flights out You could
the lames I see you hating But there's nothing that you're changing Thumbs up, I'm maintaining No complaining when it's raining I be in another zone Move out
music made getting super paid looking at our future store recognizing me when I past them in a moving car, always worried about finding out who you are you know somebody you got look
night and the lights are low Looking out for the place to go Where they play the right music, getting in the swing You come in to look for a king Anybody
my mummy [Chorus:] I think I gotta supperstar lady.(o yeah... yeah)she's addicted to the flesh and light camera action. a superstar lady. right out of
run tonight There's streaming energy The future holds retreat or victory Strollin' through the neon light You get no charity Looking for a fight- out
She live her whole life like tv And she would do anything for everything Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is... (90210) [Verse 2:] Just another day out
a fo' And even though you had a nigga, you said I could spend the night But out of respect for both of y'all, I chose to kick it under the street light
Niggaz killing niggaz, know I'm saying Everybody killing niggaz, you know I'm saying But we the main mo'fuckers, killing us Tripping out here, for these god damn streets To look
] Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go You niggaz'll never see me, I'm on another level Stay
back to the bottom Whatever they want whatever they need, believe I got em It ain't no slowing down my hustle, with the block dried out I'ma bleed every section, until the block bleed out
but not me though, I'm trying to focus On bigger and brighter thangs Steady trying to come out the storm From hurricanes, to heaven and lighter rain
until the block drop Screaming fuck y'all until a nigga fry (Chorus - 4x) Gorilla till I die [Den-Den] Grill out, chill out from my cool reflection Face spill out, fill out
want to click shit you live on You said, my heart in the light motherfucker, we gon represent my nigga Put the deuce up by the roof, yelling out what
