Life is what you make it They say time is money If that's the case I don't got neither for your broke ass
Life is such a dark image that I can't dream I used to give these hard visions, in my near teens Yea I'm getting dirty money, but my hands clean Making money stretch, ben frank pull a ham string Another get rich quick hair brain scheme Just so we can shine like sterling Time goes on, consider me the new guy Walking in the office, brief case and a new tie Rocky is the flyest on the banner when I cruise by (How fly is he) the motherfucker too fly Shit change mane, act yo age not your shoe size Last of the dying breed, the game got her tubes tied Niggas selling true lies, I'm all about the mula Stressful, so every now and then I gotta woo sah Bout to turn it up, see I'm hot as fuckin' july Smooth suede shoes, I'm busta rhymes yelling "woo hah! "! Snacks on the menu, it's best we continue Asap turn up events in the venue And these fucking critics do their best to offend you They don't care about your dress, and your veteran credentials Motherfuck em' all, motherfuck em' all We only shop boutiques, like motherfuck a mall And I'm bright as stars, fresh as death in these mcqueens My outfit is deceased, alexander rest in peace and I'm goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
