and Pop Will Eat Itself Hotter than coals tread and your feet'll melt Like plastic i castrate contenders With a crew that got more power than the Westcoast Avengers Sit and
pay me what you owe and hate And let me die, with a smiling face Just me and my people thugging forever, we no longer bleed no mo' And who so ever approach
I still believe in those days on benches at sunset Or the waves in July or was it March We weathered weathers and storms real and imagined Such fragile tenderness You are truly blessed I stress
' and respect the grind Puttin' in th extra time Guaranteed next to shine Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death And following a dollar finds nothing but stress
Time is tight and money is short River's up and the weatherman He's calling for another storm Pressure's on, the margins thin Gotta figure out a fix
sunset or the waves in July-or was it March We weathered weathers and storms real and imagined, such fragile tenderness You are truly blessed I stress
few thou On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to chow I ain't concerned with other men would do now As long as when I slide up in you, you growl And
give or receive love, right Just wanna grow gray and old And live and die in happiness as one soul So come on, let's move on Out of this storm Everything
heart through the storms And my umbrella in hand I'm Noah life's my ark, 40 days and 40 nights Still can't take my heart Seen a fallen man to dope and
Man, it's hard and it's ways to go You can't run from it, 'cuz there's no place to go And there's no face you know And there's no cake to blow And there
my rhymes crack backs and make money stacks By the truckload, now let's go for the gold So strap on your seatbelt yo and let's go And get down, to the
to stress Legal roles and dumb hoes and death threats Nat work for network and that works And people jerk for perks that ain't theirs And that hurts, you work your whole life And
Oh, baby I remember when we had to keep it on the low Flew you everywhere so nobody would know And I remember when we got stuck in the storm one night
grind and go hard to the paint With a ki of that white or a pound of that dank And if it's dank it gotta be sticky and stank It's the dope dealer 1-
control Good and bad, wrong or right, die or live a longer life Stop and go, in and out, touch and feel, scream and shout Back and forth, up and down,
me and marry me I'm talking white picket fence and a family of Vasts They stand behind me, and reflect reality Stage one- master of ceremonies and when
mon, uhh Now that I been through the storm and the rain Climbed up the ruff side and got tough at times but I remain, if I got the stuff to shine and
time Death brings life and life brings crime Dyin is easy, but lifes tend to stress me Livin through sin hopin God will bless me And forgive me and save