blood in my from the wings of a hawk angels guide me i seem to be lost spittin a rhyme from ways all in the veins them they get paid the path was the bed was set the cat from the fillmoe 'jects here go the it aint that odd kahn, money, clothes, don't weed and rap for the gods pages that the holy quran man i've been swervin since julius ready to rap now so open the don't be in the lab i'm doin bad pencils and pads they to cash this how i so fast shoes woo i step on the gas is mad man she got ass i looked and gave her my laugh my pedigree my i sell it like they told me at the dinner and i'm standing there high in my anchor gangsta's, hustlers, and all feel the when a rapper falls in my hair from the wings of a hawk though angels me i seem to be lost
its mighty extreme to being a looking for people to be on the how much money it to cheat to slow ya down and be free with cole boots and sean john suits and execution top of the roof who got the show me some the curser the give me the loot awake like an owl and drinkin tea watchin of muhamud ali dodgin death every step this is my rep me the checks like snaggle puss i'll step to the with this death as quiet as kept my is tha boss of me the hot sauce to me usin diamonds and pearls to flauce me i stand there with hot as a gun the sound of the will make you run move from the that will rip your lungs in the eyes of the greediest god rollin the with the cadi facade cut through the rain ninja blades the ram explains the raid i got my game from project weed, dope, and by the door crush anything that'll cause a talk to the bookie the bet never with leniency he agree with me gettin all mad when i make the gangsta's, hustlas, hoes, and all feel the pain a rapper falls in my hair from the wings of a hawk though angels guide me i to be lost