In the back of my mind (I saw the door) In the back of my mind (I went for more) In the back of my mind (Less than I see) In the back of my mind (Not
Lee] Yeah, Yeah I'm a spit some of this real game Some real shit Some real talk Na, na Whoa-oh, Whoa [Richie Rich] Ugh, check my watch Check my chain
now I gotta buy the chop [Baby Bash] I'm in my mama rent a car wit 10 and a half pounds No DL's and innocent amount of rounds Wit my mind on my mansion
delivered soon The back feels like sitting in the living room I'm so hard bodied like the suit on Batman It's that man that back to back plat' scan I'
don't you know that? I housed her... (Don't you know that?) I housed her... (Don't you know that? !) I housed her... (nigga) And she gon' fuck now [Mos Def:] AHHHH-OWWW! And that
metaphor of that, my rhetoric inedible This extriment means excellent rap, I make a lesser adapt Wooooooooorrrrrrrrddddddddddd Play [Talking: Spitta] Park my plane right there, Leave the key's with that
plans She's on my mind and there's no other game plan I'm always with her I could never be a changed man And I been knowin' this since back in the days
about And that's Real Talk 25 Lighters on my dresser yes sir Got a bad black bitch that drives a black inpressor You know I'm smoking on that herb Every
who had to leave they family Overseas facing death everyday, missing they family Knowing that everybody that's going, ain't coming back My roll dog, took
With your broad on my lap, bout to take her to the trap When her ass come back, I'ma be sitting on a stack See that's how playas do it, dog the pimp game
on, my word is born [Z-Ro] They lay me down, lay the pistol in my palm, must thought It was over, when they put two in my back plus put one in my arm
back in the kitchen got my palms itching Scratch that with a fat stack, of Benjamin Franklin, y'all better Back back trying to get my stack, I got a black
The things, that's on my mind When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city) It's the things, that's on my mind When I be sliding by, in my city (in my
real, and the fake gone fade away Use to selling drugs to get that pay, but god done mad a way For me to stack my ends, my paper, my moola, my fetty
in my brain Got to tell me slow down if you can see all of my veins Cause I ain't having none of that riff raff to get back and blood Keep my enemy close
to take me off of my game Just a nigga from the hood, that's looks some good Now they all want to to jock my fame When I coming down in my ?born? And
bleed Running with the big dog, follow my lead They following they mama straight, when we Put him in the streets I'm a regular competitor To the niggas, that
s next Caught up in the middle My life's a riddle Don't let it get ya I wanna be legal But it's this hustle that get me richer One love to my peoples
