Check it out now, I work the pen to make the ink On any particular the pen lands on The camera stands on, what's the The Cooley High, cold chief, post techniques
I drape off landscapes and shapes Illustrate the space off the pens that paint design what have a National Geographic a magic With Taylor status and plus favored is automatic
not balling We take it back to the of yes y'all-in' We holding onto golden On a stage I and I'm rollin'
not balling or shot calling We take it to the days of yes y'all-in' We holding what's golden On a stage I and I'm rollin'
mundane, so I tame the hot flame Big rings, fat chains and y'all for the same No name, use fame, new to the thang We stay true to the and never bring it to shame
We like dreadlocks or red fox and ripple We pass participles and the artist in you The saga continues, this I get into 'Cause ain't enough bars to hold the drama that we been through
Yo, we still the same with a little 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 mutual game from close aim, drum at your head to hit the brain I'm ready, Rhode Scholar for the dollar Work for pay me by the hour
not balling We take it to the days of yes y'all-in' We onto what's golden On a I rage 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 stage I and I'm rollin'
Yo, well, the verbal Herman Munster The word enhancer, sick of phony controllin' the dance floor I been in places, catch you when you stark naked Your heart races as we pump you for your spaces
The taces be bringing these hot styles through of you bum a few chairs from shock value Word power can plow through of cornfields Paragraphs cut like warm steel, ill
not balling We take it to the days of yes y'all-in' We onto what's golden On a stage I rage and I'm
We're not balling or calling We take it back to the days of yes We holding onto golden On a I rage and I'm rollin'