treading water. And keeping our heads above the waves. And we'll watch the sun till' it burns out. And this is the plan. We're not leaving anyone behind. And
If you talkin' - I'm sparkin', him and his mayne a get it (Brraatt!) A head shot, numb his body like a anastetic I got, money on my mind and got plans
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
blame me, says the singer of the song or the maker of the movie which he based his life on its only entertainment, as anyone can see its smoke machines and
When Theo was gone, his son Ion took the power And in his daddy's name, he built the biggest strongest tower The earth people and sky people divided by machines And
showin' out Don't tell me get 'em, I got em and I'mma throw 'em out And back door on these hoes that I was warning out While I'm in this machine, convert
Verse 3 - Big Sean] Shrimp, steak, liquor, and pasta Real shit boy, these niggas imposters They deserve a Oscar, Kevin Costner Oh my God sir, what? I got this and that and
playing in my pants Yea ball game-I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans When a nigga took a chance and came to the big city My beat machine the only fucking
me", Says the singer of the song Or the maker of the movie which he based his life on It's only entertainment and as anyone can see It's smoke machines and
Up in the club and here we go Marty sees a girl in a Simple Plan shirt With a Senses Fail boy and that'll never work He finds his label friends in the
to boy God got a plan for you boy we always knew boy My boy don't let your talent go to waste There wont be no cds and tapes in this god forsaken place
streets hot It's just us and the cops And niggas die in shady spots over hustlin rock Guess money rule the world Materials and girls, fly Did ya never
, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And