Do you see what I Do you smoke I smoke? Do you wanna Do you ride?
Yeah aiyyo When I walk a room, niggas feel a slight breeze Stay a little while till they feel they might understood why they never liked me 'cause when I the door, they turned into to Icees Starin at my feet all you see is Bet you never seen a ill like these Size ten, never find me in a tight At the airport, minutes before my leaves trip tickets to who knows where Stay boarding, at least a day's warning Previous plans, they A and a dream, the theme to New York, stay Torrance >From St. John's to Wake Forest, for us Straight ballers, you it first flawless in almost every event Puttin up point, niggas like ya'll stay scoreless
All my from the projects, light one up To my bitches from the projects, one up And stay high, And me a cup of that good shit (so high), we on hood shit (so high) from the projects, light one up To my bitches the projects, light one up And high, high And pass me a cup of good shit (so high), we on some hood (so high)
What's me without the A without wood, a dutch wit no bud A cut wit no A but don't nut, I be incomplete If me and the street wasn't in between the I'm a product of hard luck, the money and game Here's Nature, kill a faker, man you heard of the >From the cold streets of QB, old beef to new No peace, through the song, I see you see
Mad wanna smoke wit me Niggas roll wit me in my hood, find me in yo' city Grimy-ette so pretty, it's like there's two Wit no favorites, I try to love of me of a way where I can better myself Sometimes I get a of myself weed wit intention, frontin like I got it prescribed So high I be outta my mind
It's like hoppin in a glass pool, full only hit the bottom when they crash through Mash fools out like they fast Bon' appetit, or not, it ain't no match for me I sum niggas whole careers up, scared tough Bluff niggas into thinkin their year's up It ain't a game, took six months off, the jumps off are gettin punched in they jaw My call this shit Animal Rap Me, I it dumbin My near-sighted saw it comin More stunnin, brand new to toy wit flooded on some Hurricane Floyd shit Back and forth to St. Crouix kid, same Playin Sega Dreamcast till the lands A changed man, niggas know, they never will And if they don't understand, then they fam, simple as that
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