he met this girl from reno whose life was a competition. she looked just like a china doll with porcelain skin she knew he'd let her win. so he fell
He met this girl from Reno Whose life was a competition She looked just like a china doll With porcelain skin She knew he'd let her win He fell for her
a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life
while I'm down, I'll break your leg Money outweighing problems on the triple beam I'm sticking to the script, you niqqas skipping scenes Be good or be good
da twist of the tounge, They thought we was finished, but we just beginning, They want me committed, to the murder, onneee Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, competition
track some kilos Three loads, on my P's, Q's, and my G hoes G, G, G whiz my rise like the superheroes Four, five, c-lo, look how good I reload Right
, and was almost Jigga Or hooped against LeBron and would almost get 'im Y'all niggas make me realize how good almost isn't Would hate to look back on my life
understand this (what?) Paint the canvas givin you my vision To mold you compose you Get a picture of the scene, then get an exposure Words out my cipher, the life
to describe Whoever said money don't grow on trees Lies my money tree full of dough BC money man My ancestors had roofie o 20/20 shawty man my competition
you can't sew a stitch with one hand While you're taking it apart yeah, misty morning and my mum's a mess to make matters worse dog my pops is stressed life
cash in, nah I doubt I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it you n-ggas is ducks howards, cowards kill the competition and hsower n-ggas
cash in Nah I doubt it I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it You niggas is Ducks, Howards, Cowards Kill the competition and shower niggas
some Hill shit from comin' through The reality is out with the old, and with the new Ways and things change, with strange haids of braids shade Switch place life and life
No one is iller than me It's Mr. Swifty from the 313... [Swift] I make rappers wanna turn into singers I keep hoes lickin' they fingers Bring this competition
money, nigga, fuck the fame Big face hun'erds keepin' the game Hittin' the corner in the candy thang Sittin' on leather, grippin' the grain Good weed, good
two -- you taping this? All types of shit yo let that shit ride Word to mother, turn up the microphone! Get all that good shit, get all that good shit
