blood in my from the wings of a hawk no angels guide me i seem to be spittin a rhyme from divious all in the veins them freaks they get the was layed the bed was set nicky the cat from the jets here go the it aint that odd kahn, money, clothes, forget weed and rap for the gods pages that the holy karahn man i've swervin since julius erving ready to rap now so the curtain don't be in the lab i'm doin bad pencil's and pads turn to cash this how i driving so shoes say wu i step on the gas is mad man she got ass i and gave her my gangsta laugh my my legacy i it like aphetimines they me at the dinner scene and i'm standing high in my anchor jean gangsta's, hustlers, and all feel the when a rapper falls in my hair from the wings of a hawk no angels guide me i seem to be
its extreme to being a king for people to be on the team how much money it cost to to ya down and be drug free with kenneth cole boots and sean suits and that top of the roof who got the show me proof the curser the rhyme give me the awake like an owl and some tea fights of muhamud ali dodgin with every step is my rep give me the checks like snaggle puss step to the left with this freak but that quiet is my is tha boss of me the hot sauce to me you need diamonds and pearls to with me i stand there none hot as a gun the sound of the will make you run move from the slugs that will rip lungs look in the eyes of the god the streets with the cadi facade cut the rain like ninja blades the batter ramming the rage i got my games from project weed, dope, and dice by the crush anything that'll cause a to the bookie secure the bet never with leniency he won't agree me gettin all mad when i make the gangsta's, hustlas, hoes, and all feel the when a rapper falls blood in my hair from the wings of a no guide me i seem to be lost