[Intro] If I could do one thing in this world It would be to at least inspire one person Because it's not about how bad you want something How bad you want something is meaningless, it's pointless If how bad you're willing to work for the thing you want Isn't ten times as intense as how bad you want it I can't sell you desire, I can't bottle up passion And give it to you in the form of some magic potion The only thing that can quench hunger, is more hunger And every trial, every tribulation, everything you go through Is necessary in life... Because it's the lessons that you get from those things That most people can't, and will not endure Embrace it - I urge you all to embrace it Because it's the one thing that will allow you To become king…
[Verse 1] I just copped a Chevy, that bitch like sweet potato pie Don't believe them hater's lies, I'm steppin' like a zeta phi Beta baby boy I got it covered like a Raider eye Call my peeps, they known to carry beef like a Jamaican spot, ugh I'm sick and disgusting because I Think of this shit and I spit it quick as it comin' I'm breakin' niggas in half and I'm makin' wishes, I'm buggin' I tell them niggas get ready, they 'bout to witness the ugliest shit, ugh Dirt on my name made a flower grow, bitch I'm co-signing the god, what's gon' stop him? Gon' pray for my haters today - fuck it I just go dumb like they say in the Bay Bumpin' E-40, three shorties in my 750 I'm 7-30, that's twenty left, but no twenties on it Get your head right, or get some money on it Say I, play secretary, get the paper Lil' nigga ballin' like A.I., may I Break a ho down, don't pay her, player From the motherfuckin' Himalayas, okay I Kill every rapper I see it's a wrap When I catch 'em I'm wrapping my hands 'round they neck And they chokin', I'm rappin', it's classic They rappin' like candy that's wrapped in that plastic I'm rapping Jurassic bars, classic cars Badass bitches and nasty broads Ratchet hoes to keep the ratchet low You know how I handle it, 'bout to hand me gold, nigga
[Hook] My haters love me, I built them niggas I fought with lions, and killed them niggas You ask for joy, I ask for pain You love the sun, I beg for rain Can't take my passion, deter me from my dreams They left me with nothin', I still done my thing Pussy niggas, one more thing: This what it takes, when you become a king
[Verse 2] Uh, right back at it though, bitch I got the antidote Man he go at Los that nigga better be an animal Then I go chop the top off of the Phantom like a cantaloupe And we move that white girl, no Hannah Montana though And I, got your girlfriend, got Anna Going for my sack like she trying to rob Santa You can't save her, why protect her? Bitch I grind like Ryan Sheckler Niggas try to play me, and they gone have to cage me My homie tote that KG, all black shit look like KG I said bitch I'm out the B-A, L-T, I-M Going on a killing spree and niggas dying Black bandanas all my niggas riding Flipping through the streets like Ninja Gaiden Slide in your bitch like I'm trying to steal home She chilling with me but it's like she still home I hit it once you know wham, bam When the bases loaded, I grand slam Hit her with a little bit of Pujols Got her on my pool table fuckin' up her culo Put her on a pole, told her shorty what it do though? You gon' make this money or make me go get a new ho Uh, true though, two door, Benz, slanted eye Damn it I, make this shit a habit I Bet a fuckin' rabbit I could pull a rabbit out a hat And make it look like magic y'all niggas ain't got the stamina, and I'm out But before I leave boy, just one thing I need boy Bow down kiss the ring, say I'm the shit don't you agree boy...
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
