If you could put your eyesight through my eye view Swear you'd see it shorter than a shorty who's 5"2' High cool palms through this paper I write through Bout that "Real Love" that a Mary J. Blige do I do things for shorties who's eyes blue But her light skin red like Piru And damn, I'm feeling like a plane I'm just looking for a air-head shorty to fly through And I sky through whips like a crash dummy You cats funny, this rapping is my dad sonny Lost the mother years back, don't ask money Niggas who got religious will still blast for me I'm back like fiends for the drug money You dumb funny fuckers fronting like thugs buddy Anyone with a flag can be a blood, but he won't be a blood when it comes to the sun dummy Asking women, "Why your man counting ones honey?" Without Wayne, he's still dealing with young money And I been looking for a girl, so you can take three and lose two and still wouldn't be the one for me I never wished for niggas to get it intertwined The money 360°, even sitting in a line I realize none of these niggas is friends of mine Mel Gibson ain't the only nigga catching signs You gotta understand I'm in a different mind I'm Vince Carter x2, I'm in a different prime I got my fork and my knife like it's dinner time Taking niggas greens like trees in the winter time I feel lost with this pen of mine I'm just talking, I ain't even begin to rhyme I'm burning up rappers like [?] Like a pimp at a strip club, you can get behind Feel your mind change, in this diaphram It's all mind games, It's part of the diagram And I sit back and watch time change My frame cool in a room full of five lames Mr. Nine chain wearing round my neck piece SB fans in the winter with the fresh fleece I'm X streets, [?] best be In and out the slot like a USB Crew freshly dressed [?] Watch your M-A-N-V-M-E But I can bring that fly shit right back Make a broad say I'm bad like Mike Jack Type of rappers wanna lie while I write facts Sleeping on niggas, PJs and a night cap You see, I'm cold as an ice rack But I'm fresh out the mouth like a nice jab I heard your pipe rap, Family Guy I ain't sharp, one shot your brain marrow fly But I can burn you mans alive You faker than a human disguise Just take it how two mans collide I shine, I can take the sun from the South and leave Houston deprived But you stand we got a P-R-oblem Whether you are Batman or Robin [?] in a room, a bafoon or a goon or a goblin You are nothing but a joker in the city of Gotham I feel I was tossed in this mix off Shit got me puzzled like a jigsaw, Shit boy We living it all like it's pish posh But I'm feeling like a block, like Chris Bosh To see succession or beat depression and leave recession I got devilish style, I need to see the Reverend I need a blessing to leave a lesson, to key in testing Cause I'm professional, born in a ceminal If I'm the envelope, you niggas the centerfold I'm in heaven still tryna dodge the men below I'm telling every girl that we can't elope States boy getting peeled like cantelope And we ain't on the same level, the same stage Still Fly like Drake, but we ain't on the same page As far as the future sees Welcome to the future T.O
Welcome to the mix tapeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
