head Your information But there's no hiding behind molting feathers On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the show 40k contract, take it out the door
Now how you ain't gon change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got up out the back door like whoa! (OH
my pocket, Sam launch the rocket They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fucking heathens Love to see a nigga stop breathing I heard a voice sing out
it that Diddy is on them hot blocks So we sent two teams to rush both spots Ha, yeah, suited up ready to dumbs out Thumbs out watch the motherfuckin' door With our guns out
, fast as an F-fifteen Raise the heat, light the gasoline Overload, it might cause a blackout Dead end, there's no chance to back out Hit the tripwire
the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air I spied my man Jazz, maxin out
on her chest And then she said, "Gimme, gimme, gimme" Jumped on my Jimmy and rode me like the Wild West I almost passed out, then the front door cold
Bought the land, tore the motherfuckin' house down Bought the car, tore the motherfuckin' roof off Ride clean, I don't ever take shoes off Bought the Jeep, tore the motherfuckin' doors off Foot out
, hard knock Bentley frame, drop top 50 G's, the bottles pop Iced out, so we chill Tunin' up every automobile Tatted up, life of a G Counting stacks and five star suits
for breakfast Girls calling cabs at dawn quarter to 7:00 Skies getting cold flying from the north rockin with our city like a sold out show House full
truth mayne I just wanna tell the truth mayne I just wanna tell the truth mayne You're so fly, you're so high Everybody 'round you trying to figure out
across Caroline We stopped in Charlotte to by-pass Rockhill We never was a minute late We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown Rollin' out of
the further away solution Legal actors, Babylon's benefactors Masquerading as the agency for the clients Hypocritical giants, morally non-compliant Orally armed to do bodily harm Polluted, recruited and suited
m being scouted till I'm out it Game time bitch I hope your proud of us King James shit Watch me throw the powder up This old G got my whole suite clouded
made 'Cause I'm known the world over as the King of Suede There's a two-for-one sale on our three-piece suits Check out our suede pajamas and our suede
'Cause daddy's bye-bye, inner pride with the Ripsta Let 'em hit ya with the scripture Picture me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of Three sixty-five out
Thugs Trained to be perfect, disciples When it's survival tongue, never double-edged sword Triple, six rivals spittin' fire This the real truth, ***, breakin' out
