bone Hit it, quit it, then delete your # from my mobile phone Can't you see the tattoo reads one deep So I need only one lil' momma, one cup of codeine
bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit sound like some Vanessa Williams '88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man So this Black Wallstreet for life
then it turns to night We're the ones you listen to when you roll in your ride Kingspade's in with fives so go get your pipe Kingspade's in the house
his life They all love him but they always try to change him That's what happens when a girl becomes a wife And she pours herself another cup of coffee
Can't you see that it's more than a picture More life than the oldest scripture Man I tell you this life may miss ya Play a role and it still may diss
It's 12.30 AM, Christmas Eve I'm out with the gangstas and thieves Celebratin', postin' up with eggnog [head up up] in my cup [Put Rudolph and Moses]
the dankiest buds in the country, Well I dismissed all rookies with the keyfast cookies, And I head to redlight just to get a little lookie, Hit the green house
[feat. Hodgy Beats] [Verse 1:] Nigga this is my cup, drink the cyanide up Dope as fuck so I would really shoot a group of guys up Deep thought, I'm often
somebody shut him up? I don't know for the life of me Where he comes up with this stuff" They laid his head on a newspaper With a picture of Carmichael
] Push the dirt off your jersey than go for the cup Or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what Cause when you got the belt and the ring People with ya poppin bottles, taking pictures