Check it out now, I work the pen to make the ink On any particular the pen lands on The camera on, what's the beef? The Cooley High, cold chief, post techniques
I drape off poetic and shapes Illustrate the paper space off the pens paint Then design what have a National a magic Taylor made status and plus favored is automatic
We're not We take it to the days of yes y'all-in' We holding what's golden On a stage I and I'm rollin'
not balling or shot calling We take it back to the of yes y'all-in' We holding onto golden On a I rage and I'm rollin'
mundane, so I tame the hot flame Big rings, fat chains and quest for the same No name, use fame, new to the thang We stay true to the game and bring it to shame
We tight like or red fox and ripple We participles and smash the artist in you The continues, this I won't get into 'Cause there ain't enough to hold the drama that we been through
Yo, we the same with a little fame A little change in the household name but too much changed We in the but, yo, not to be vain I refrain salt grains to season up my name
We entertain for a game from close range Steady aim, at your head to hit the brain I'm labor ready, Scholar for the dollar Work for pay me by the hour
not balling We take it back to the days of yes We holding what's golden On a I rage and I'm rollin'
We're not balling or calling We it back to the days of yes y'all-in' We onto what's golden On a I rage and I'm rollin'
Yo, well, it's the verbal Munster The word enhancer, sick of phony mobsters controllin' the dance I been in dark places, you when you stark naked Your heart races as we pump you for your spaces
The taut taces be bringing hot styles through of you bum a few chairs from shock value Word power can through acres of cornfields cut like warm steel, preform ill
We're not We take it back to the of yes y'all-in' We holding what's golden On a stage I and I'm rollin'
not balling or shot calling We it back to the days of yes y'all-in' We holding onto golden On a I rage and I'm rollin'