Shit! I wanna take a shit everybody wanna take a shit! come on come on! Shit! I wanna take a shit everybody wanna take a shit! come on come on! Shit!
a chase, 25 to life Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, 25 to life Too late (I can't keep chasing 'em) (Taking my life away) Caught in a
she wrote You starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape Cupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're late Your train left
things to go my way But as of late, a lot of shit been goin' sideways And my mother tried to run away from home But I left somethin' in the car and so
few days left And I'm a make use of every single one Untill every singles done and till every record is sold And till every string is strung They tell me to take a
disgusted Since then adjusted Certainly you fooled me Ridiculed me Left me hanging Now shit is boomeranging Right back at you Think long range Narrow-minded Left me blinded I cosigned it Shit
I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit
night's that I cried for you A man's has these feelings too Same shit that y'all go through I been here before Sometimes the pain you ignore Until it's right
you smoke So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right) I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that's right) They pop shit
my jeezy watchin tv she call me her habibi while she feedin me linguini left right left right and arab dance poppin right swizz beats busta, money money
shit's crazy Niggas can't faze me (You can't take) what God gave me Game stayed on top of - Fame played a part of Change, made a lot of - Flame in the
think my hands hurt know I can't serve a nigga that, that my man's work you aint a four wall on hold thats a kitkat another nigga want a heinekin that's a
smelling like a pound Yah you know I?m taking name, yee ain?t got to take ?em down Yee ain?t got to take ?em off for meh, over a President About to be
keep up with my progress is like a dead end My girl love me, but fuck it my heart beats slow And right now the tour bus is looking like a freak show
know my posse is crazy and they down to bust Big Rich, take no shit from these busta ass tricks Check your punk ass nigga like I check a bitch I got
Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a
get? (You have the right to remain silent) Fuck that right, I want the right to talk I want the right to speak, I want the right to walk Where I wanna
a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit
