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