Minolta, double exposure, wide lens view Check credentials and niggas next to push the Benz through You know the glow iced out rings long dough Spandex, Moschino, hoe bitches lettin' their thongs show I play the game took plenty paper still remain the same A'z ya name, barrel link chain, lettin' my piece dang' Domestic no more crime play but still connected It's ethics, calculate your steps through geometrics Ways spendin, double shades of beige linen 9-7 Expedition Displayed with all the trimmins Travel light push tha LS on casual nights Have you ever puffed the childish weed pipe That shit will have you right I roll dice trying to divorce from this cold life Used to sell coke on tha strip, but now I hold mics And plan soon to pack and vacate somewhere in Cancun Escape to a cozy estate filled with mad rooms Furnished up, too many foul niggas time to turn it up Push it by the buck and shift gears burn the clutch Cause it's like this, for these chips I strike swift preciseness Precious jewels a life thats priceless I payed my dues and through it all I never trade my shoes Cash rules new crews who made the news We all for paper, I guess greed is just a second nature Indeed shots of Hen', rock, and weed'll escalate ya Some mostly touch along the line crossed up I took the short cut puffin' on blunts, bustin off nuts The night type, love dime bitches and night life Casino dice sexy strip dancers and white ice I seen the movie most of you niggas couldn't move me Truly it's like a 6 shot Ruger against a Uzi So bust ya run, or cock back bust your gun but I fake none I remain like the sun bless the strong livin' Intellect and long vision, connects in prison And real niggas with recognition So respect the mission Volume One Second addition the next dimension Dotted line, sign your deposition. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
