from comstock I got shooters they aint got what i got Got shit locked, i stunt non stop I get it and i blow it how i want , why not My bitch cold, i mean
Kill em with another verse Everybody see the way I be going and going How I do it Niggas the only way we know it, but then again, yes we do We knowing how
dressers Aston's around us Toss another rounder, but if I fail Will they catch me before the ground does? Who your real friends and friends by technicality? They ask how
you know I gotta win everyday day, goooo see they don't really wanna pop me just know that you will never flop me and I know that I can be a little
It's funny how things, they change, the clouds they part, rearrange for me Faces of strangers and I have no familiars to help me see Where is home? I
you're really not scared You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare They'll kick you, then they beat you, Then they'll tell you it'
Trickin I'm Hoping She A Rider When It's Said And Done Will She Spit It Up And Swallow Nooow I Ain't Got Trip Bout Them Niggas Who Like Her Cuz Me And Mommy Know
ever come back, if you ever come back Now they say I'm wasting my time 'Cause you're never comin' home But they used to say the world was flat But how
, it's ridiculous And still I stick with this, I'm sick of this But in my sickness and addiction, you're addictive as they get Evil as they come, vindictive as they
and some mistletoe Will help to make the season bright Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow Will find it hard to sleep tonight They know that Santa's
, they put a gun in it Wanna be a part of a clique, don't know who's running it Tragedy on top of tragedy you know it's killing me. So many people in
wiz I know your ex's Ms wasn't hittin' like this Do me gentle, don't be rough until I say so You know I will be grippin' tighter than your bankroll They
the opportunity That they just don't equate to all the time they take away From the kids all the shit I did right's a mistake If they should end up a
they aiming at me Me, me, me against them Me against enemies, me against friends Somehow they both seem to become one A sea full of sharks and they all smell blood They
play politics Next time he's the one that the country picks Martin Van Burne, number eight For a one-term shot as Chief of State William Harrison, how
my kicks up on they desk Unaffected by they threats, then get busy on they ass See, that's how that Chi-Town made me, that's how my daddy raised me That
be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful Yeah, it's like I know what I got to say I just don't know how to say it to you Pardon the
would ever need Much more than just a simple fantasy But hours seem to slip away and Years how they've flown I've come to see just how much you have grown