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