I'm gettin' hella mail from jail, niggas me to kill it When get out I'll bring them 'round some bitches Shinobi, how I kick it, "American Ninja" major picture my remote, same way I do them ho's
But she already before she touch my Chevy door Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my No square shall enter in the of winners I'm prepared for whatever, if you know what I been through
Rear-view, clear vision, memories of dues Confined to a runway, came through But look what it came to, somethin' amazes you Soon as you quit hatin' and hear what I say to you
Baby blue, D's, White 11, '96 No retro came with this year, my Impala with the floor shift Four door suicide, car, chauffeured
Shawty chocolate, Russel Stover weed wit' her whenever I invite her over Polo sweater, Teddy belt off her shoulder No care here so we put it in the air
Walkin' 'round my house, say she wanna everywhere That's cool, baby, but I got that pool table We ain't stay away from it, it's all good If you wanna get under it then I I can fuck with it
Before I got on this beat, it out a bucket list And boys, I granted this death wish lay-up Jordan with the right-left switch Hang time, hand glide, fried, chanky-eyed, Shanghai
Candy rain, frame, I ride '87 Corvette ZR1 to the T-top Put 'em in the trunk bitch, all up She been drinkin' the pump, that's all bad
Tryin' to pass, around and crashed all flip, fools tryin' to make it last Emotional luggage, nothin' of it, I don't check I just on, leave that bullshit in the past
Half Rose, Sean Don, O.J. in my Mimosa, Testarossa program, bow ties open like a pendulum swingin' Rockin' my jet set
Foolish, the like Wimbledon, interior cinnamon The car that I'm in, calm my bad nerves I call her my Ritalin, just Not pillin', just twistin'
From the herb the fire and the wind I'm livin' Not pillin', just twistin' the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin' From the herb the fire and the wind I'm livin', yeah