Statik Playing through the ankles, man Never sit down, I'ma stand up
Yo book a ticket to the tropics I'm through with all the shit I'm living every day, in the mirror saying why me? Hide my eyes cause I'm with the image Abusing marijuana, sipping vintage for the time My skills set is serious, in fact Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the cow's Throw it on the grill, I'm cooking in the Same shit that's on the grill me leather for the boot If they make me take the stand then I'm through my teeth though Ask to swear to God but in that I don't though My man Stevie Mo playing for Toledo Hustle 'til my staying cheesy like a cheeto on the bed pleasuring my pee pee Smart crew TCN, graffiti Drug roll precise, like a hooker the dice Butcher with the knife, you get tooken for your So much to say it's so time and shitty Queens the borough, New York be the city Coming crazy out your mouth get your split up like a philly Running through the maze like I'm Willie, you feel me
I'm moving forward cause nothing's be the same Eyes blurry from the smoke, I can't see the 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 be up in the mansion for the Polo sale But I'm here, stuck my thoughts I'm tryna have a bag of money inside my shorts
My life is a movie, Blizzard with the shottie house or Rosie chilling in the lobby Yes I'm living gnarly, the 40 ounce of up cigars and fill 'em with a bunch of Marley Double cut porterhouse from Luger's Ruger for intruders hand to hand made by the Ginger ale in Knick's glasses, style is piss mothafucka Time to flip the mattress, kick it as Cassius My mind is than Mariusz Pudzianows Obvious to see I'm a 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 make the fire funny Never stop until my body diving in a pile of
I'm moving forward cause nothing's be the same Eyes blurry from the smoke, I see the lane heavy, bottle in my lap I'm looking for a 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 have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts
I'm already smoking like a 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 the Earth, eyes red Mothafucka been blunted since birth, age 9 Mom dukes kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair Fuck tomorrow, money in the fast way
I'm moving forward nothing's gonna be the same Eyes blurry the smoke, I can't see the lane Swerving heavy, in my lap I'm looking for a problem so I'm the gat Somebody save me, cause I don't wanna go to I'd rather be up in the mansion for the Polo But I'm here, stuck inside my I'm have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts (We never talk there was a when there wasn't enough words to say)