I can feel my order splitting through the heart ?dumping need and sending sickness to the gut? yeah now i'm feeling lovable to the point where noon is
We're at an age where the night spills after hours Experience wears thin from time and use I'm getting restless. I'm signing out It's been fun fighting
shooting, fleeting get onto the set at night play it and repeat it if you don't then the people won't get it tonight scripted, heard it don't it just
What's with tonight? Inspiration says to "write a song about tonight." Maybe a sound about abusers, a song about a loser, a song about lie. Should I
there's a lack of constant strangers hey hey well it's the same old story but a little different it's kind of crazy i was twisted around when it's strangled
Slap device on a weekend but don't call me superstitious when mirrors feel like glass and ladders build the bridges. Single out all the unseen and ugly
kick the bitch out Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeah Plus my style's ten to twenty fuckin pounds more I take you quicker than a picture of a
out quick Don't be surprised if we behind supplyin niggas all the platinum and shit {MONEY! 17x} Yeah, the world's greatest jewel heist Thoroughly and successfully executed By none other
booth staring back to see who's mugs I get a reaction from, usually the first thumb was from Proof and the rest of the group backed him up and no one lied to each other cause none
of the East, then flee Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the New York peeve It's me, wonder why, in the place to be Certified, as superior, MC While others
supplyin things Who dreams dunkin over cars, let the choir sing [Game:] It's that black raw, black dawg pullin up on that black home Compton that's
a boulder, you're nothin more than a grain or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to 'That Other Level' You
's Saturday and I'd rather be chillin' But you wanna-take me with you to Karen Millen To buy a new dress cos we're goin for dinner But none of yours
O out tell him crack is back That's nine five a bird take half of that Import it, export it in cracker jacks When you get to the projects ask for Black
men were like Hemingway to the days of the wondrous "B" movie. The producer underwritten by all the millionaires necessary will be Casper "The Defensive" Weinberger ? no more
tha Police' in the tape deck You should listen to me cuz there's more to see Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities The other color don
see me? It's a blackout Blackout, blackout, Blackout, blackout, Blackout If you getting money, pull your cash out! (Verse 2- Meek Mill) Diamond in my chain, Whoopi Goldberg, black as shit Black
