: Get over yourself, deal with it you attention seeking hypocrite Run your mouth but you're full of shit, your bullshit ego makes me sick My patience
crossed the line Beyond a joke Every single fucking word Gone up in smoke Never sure who you're meant to be Your identity is dying on your feet Dead on
: First time lucky, but I fucked it up My perfect fucking timing, falling short of enough Holding in all my doubts, tried to make what we shared fucking
: Instead of forming opinions of your own Just walk the line, another mindless clone People like you bring out the worst in me You're your own worst
many broken bridges for you to mend Tell another lie, cover your tracks Worked so well for you in the past It'll finally start to catch up on you You
: Down but not out Mistakes - so many made Do you see the error in your ways? Take a step back, swallow your pride You fucked this up, now pay the price
: You were style over substance and nothing more When it came down to what's inside, you fell so fucking short This is damaged, far beyond repair You
: I know exactly how this should start I'm counting the days until you fall apart I remember when this meant so much more When did it become such a fucking
much shit you'll wish I didn't I'll bide my time then twist the knife You fucked this up, everyone knows the truth I'm gonna bring this down so hard on
: Your potential faded so fast No future here you're already part of the past The facade wont last, losing your grip Harder you try, further you slip
sick huh? (Bitch where my money?) Two young niggas getting money man You can hate on us all you want man Yeah Stuntin on em And we stuntin on em And we stuntin on
probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy Red bone
thirty-thousand for my bacon Wasted like a rock band, red like a banker All this ice on me got me like a flown glacier All on the 'Tron, straight chill
I got money to burn While the Gap Band play She dropped the bomb on me It's up and down And up and down Gracefully Rick James would have said she a brick house Or Fifty
[Intro:] 1! 1-2! GRRR! [Verse 1:] I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash. Then the ball dropped,
? The Gun Runners like what? And KNS like what? And Uptown like what? Shaolin, play, play on Strong Isle, play, play on and a Mt. Vern, play play on And Yonkers, play play on
doors And did I mention? Gun from Red Dead Redemption Nine mils, fifty clip extensions Hope it's like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it And
game, pushin' on the corner Twenty cent cook up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin' marijuana Cops rollin' up on
