it all tonight. Cause you're there, and I'm here so let's solve it all tonight. Give me give me one shot, give me give me one shot, baby give me all all you got
day tryin' to take all my stamina Never that still got more for Tamara Pusha's sex game no amateur, I come clean J Rule damaged the scene, the coupe got
the lyrics and rhymes, I bring you I'm telling you strife you been through Might make your heart feel colder than Pingu I stand in a place Contemplating distant memories You
and blow our label down But our building's made out of bricks So you ain't taking out shit I dawg you just did a song with Bobby Brown So now you try
, money make the world spin, I make your chest smoke Have your mother singing hymms Particles of your brains up on your tims Kiss you before I twist you
' but I only got one Are you a performa? Are you that one? Do you dance in ya room by yourself? You could do it, do it till you're off breathe Yeah,
horns) So I die with the (horns) If you fuck with the (horns) Then you get the (horns) So if you want the (horns) Then I'll give you the (horns) (Repeat) [Verse 2: ~Prozak~] Schizophrenic thoughts spin
' You still bet that you can harm me But you don't alarm me You still bet that you can harm me But you don't alarm me You still bet that you can harm
link chain I'm wearing my frames, they match my gear with their tint And you know Lagerfields is the scent Now, my nigga Rafael just got his jeep out
Louis Vitton luggage I came, representative huddle, they all love you That W, the legacy of little n****z muggin' you The f***, what's up with you, yo, you
you're running with's and informant He got a fat file with the DA that just lay dormant Inditments for quigles, convictions followed appeals And dismissals got you
game Cause the secret indictments And you coke experimenters And you coke experiencers Be easy on the phone dog,cause you know the hearing us You styling them bitches Cause you
, you've got no talent therefore, you are no challenge, so why do you wanna mic if you do not know how to use it? why do you want the mic if you don't
minds stuck inside a cycle of depression Cause your world got my outlook damaged They have it shattered and cracked, its so crazy The reflection Can you
man, Boom you dead and Only way you be around this muthafucking paperboy Is if you quit your job and go be a paperboy Only way you be around this muthafucking
You sober up punk I do it high I'm ridin' the wave in the shotgun that live Baby you turnin' me on And when you turnin' me off I think you better take
can understand how it makes you miserable // You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me? // And why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy? // You