stick But my name aint harry potter They think i'm very hotter yo gurl say da same, and since we like ta travel she let us run a train And my deep hits
't my room Walking these train tracks trying to regain back The spirit I have before I go back to the same crap To the same plant, in the same pants
Mega's tongue is ghetto, dun, hello Where I'm from is the crime and graffiti and NYPD Broken glass, .44's, open caskets Shorty ballers pop shit when they rock hits
my diamonds colored, watch it smothered Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it I'm too much, got bitches out for me Bring 'em home
watch it smothered (me too) Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha) I'm too much, got bitches out for me Bring 'em home, give
Is the same fat kid from the ave of trinity It's been around three years since my last LP But it gets no better than this Consecutive hits You on some
fist in opposition to fair play must be in your submission to rage you became a victim the same way the system done gave way inflicting the same pain
byherself in a shady world she got a good mom and i hope that every thing will be fine till im home black hook in this prison cant do much with my homies
and Wrong ingredients maybe too much herbs and spices Maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish Southern greens and this entice them how them joke the same
to do it You do your own hits See, it was destined that I make a print In the earth, so the future knew the Lord was makin' much sense Now it ain't nothin
don't believe me go an ask a friend I got more hoes than the O-Zone I hits em wit they close on (Why's that Silkk?) So they can go home I rolls up on
day the game won't ever be the same Things just ain't the same for gangstas The game just isn't the same it's changing yo new Game You're now about to
belts-ten four on them-sting of operations-wingman-double packed (Funky) Let em roam to the home to the main crib in emaciated slave pancake children game-not all players feel the same
and pregnant Don't get too comfortable you ain't gon be here too long G's get locked up and die Most lie in they own surreal home Trust the tree on
Even now when I never hear your name And the world has changed so much since you've been gone Even now I still remember and the feeling's still the same
how much they sold Fuck the cops, they fowler than us and they know They just pick a nigga, cuff a nigga Run 'em in, do the same to another nigga Once
hits them. i have swum with turtles in the open sea. i found ancient, rusty nails on the shore. and written about the boat, the sailors, and their homes
tricks of the trade And at home it's the same ass story Mom's treatin' me like she don't even know me But my younger brother's got much clout I can'
