Statik Playing the broken ankles, man Never sit down, cause stand up
Yo a ticket to the tropics cause I'm through with all the shit That I'm every day, in the mirror saying why me? Hide my cause I'm sickened with the image Abusing marijuana, sipping for the time being My set is very serious, in fact Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the back Throw it on the grill, I'm cooking in the shit that's on the grill gave me leather for the boot If they me take the stand then I'm lying through my teeth though Ask to swear to God but in I don't believe though My man Stevie Mo playing for Toledo Hustle 'til my fingers staying cheesy a cheeto on the bed pleasuring my pee pee Smart crew TCN, lyrical Drug precise, like a hooker with the dice Butcher with the knife, you get tooken for life So much to say it's so little and shitty Killer Queens the borough, New York be the Coming crazy out your mouth will get your split up like a Running through the maze like I'm Willie, you feel me
I'm moving forward cause gonna be the same Eyes blurry the smoke, I can't see the lane heavy, bottle in my lap I'm for a problem so I'm modeling the gat Somebody save me, cause I don't wanna go to I'd be up in the mansion for the Polo sale But I'm here, stuck my thoughts I'm tryna a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts
My life is like a movie, Blizzard with the Hookah house or chilling in the lobby Yes I'm living gnarly, the 40 of Barley Open up cigars and 'em with a bunch of Marley Double cut porterhouse from Luger's Ruger for hand to hand made by the duelers Ginger ale in Knick's glasses, style is piss mothafucka Time to flip the mattress, it swift as Cassius My mind is stronger Mariusz Pudzianows to see I'm a star straight off the couch You rapping with a blouse, you get slapped up side the By the Zangief look-a-like, always cooking right Spray the vinegar to up a yummy Smoking got me like the sky is high and sunny Attachment on the nozzle the iron fire funny Never stop until my body diving in a of money
I'm moving cause nothing's gonna be the same Eyes blurry from the smoke, I see the lane heavy, bottle in my lap I'm looking for a problem so I'm the gat save me, cause I don't wanna go to jail I'd be up in the mansion for the Polo sale But I'm here, stuck my thoughts I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed my shorts
I'm already smoking a gunshot You know the fuzzy light green, call it Dunlop, flow twat Many hours, one man standing, one From the morning to the mothafuckin' sun Cause I'm one with the Earth, red Mothafucka I've been since birth, age 9 Mom dukes kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair Fuck tomorrow, money coming in the way
I'm forward cause nothing's gonna be the same Eyes from the smoke, I can't see the lane heavy, bottle in my lap I'm for a problem so I'm modeling the gat Somebody me, cause I don't wanna go to jail I'd rather be up in the for the Polo sale But I'm here, stuck my thoughts I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my (We never talk there was a when there wasn't enough words to say)