this is the same thing. It's there on your face, You can't escape it. Sometime when you're young,The only place to go is inside thats just it, Music
It's like everything I do front page news I ain't playin in this game to lose I want it all no secret the change they can keep it When I get old imma
everybody tryin to eat tonight tryna go to sleep, have good dreams tonight you go home, it might get better all i know: It dont last forever so take it while you got it
up a lovely backdrop My life's a topic of a lullabye (Ah) A breath of fresh air, is something right I don't wanna be inside today, just keep it rollin
mac and i keep the pu**y poppin here listen to that h*es showin me some love so im givin it back she wanna be mrs.mac how you figure that?
it all within, so roll wit tha Shifts, 'cause tha thug, they creep, gon' flip it all tha reep, on tha midnight streets, where they play foe keeps, so
pressure it is for some kids tryin to make it in this here biz Early mornin' interviews then we step to school Step from school Back to interviews then it
disrespect I ain't fakin' it, yo' life I'm takin' it Hollow points bullets racin' it Niggas ain't makin' it When I bust Tell it to any nigga chopper
.G. I run wit' all real niggas Valence and Magnolias It list nothing but trill niggas And we get ill, tryin' pay the bills, nigga Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill
gon' smoke we gon' turn this bitch out. Wiz Khalifa: Roll another doubie Only papers baby fill it with that oh-wee Let a G roll the OG than roll one
We gon' turn this bitch out [Chevy Woods - Verse 1] Roll another doobie Only papers, baby fill it with that ooh-wee Let a G roll the OG, than roll one
me a mill gotta roll in a lex dats done up All about (all about) makein my paper im all about fuckin off haters Keep Me a (Keep me a) 9 gotta stay on
at me cause they say I spit it to rough An throw it at you like a chick who don't get it enough What is it X-ray vision the way I see thru this cats
wanna Till the guns cockin' And you're Yung Joc-in' in the corner Get the cops it's goin' down This little nigga heart beat it's slowin' down I pay cash
life now rappin is my fricken job roll wit more bitches then racin the iditorid get it cuz girl dogs are called bitches the iditorids a dog race now keep up wit it
out there cold shootin some hoops A car pulls up, who can it be? A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G He rolls down his window and he started to say It's
at me cause they say I spit it to rough An throw it at you like a chick who don't get it enough What is it X-ray vision the way I see thru this cats That