I toe the line between the innocent and the guilty. I tread the space not met between the light or the dark. This path of the everyman. I am society
We all wear faces of kings, wisened images of majesty. Yet we're all one and the same, our facades ever pushed to schism. We recite bitter poetry, scorning
If this is all there is; and compassion's but fleeting in a sea of mediocrity, We'll tread water in futility. We're all nought but fucking ragdolls to
I'm on a mission drippin' a fog An when it sees a million motherfuckers deceased Some of police are brutal hog, I'm actor baitin' No hesitation to slice
I'm on a mission drippin'-a-fog An when it sees a million motherfuckers deceased some of police are brutal hog, I'm actor-baitin' No hesitation to slice
] Lights on, I see your face She eat me up, she got expensive taste I see you dreaming, but you still awake Big slices, that's how you cut the cake It
We're the heirs to the glimmering world We're the heirs to the glimmering world We're drunk and sparking, our legs are open Our hands are covered in cake
Swag So Official(Uhhh) Taylor Made Money Gang I'm the General( I'm The General) and All My Weed Strong Like Kimbo Slice(Slice) Money's the Only Thing
. But don't nothing move, til the money transfer, word to my crew. The green done coloured my dreams blue, skeen, to slice that lead cake up, fuck them
can act like, act like they, they want it Knowin' that they don't want jackshit, them niggas fronted When it came down to stackin' mills and smackin' grills Them patty-cake
them dice, been gettin scrilli Back in your city like "give me that twice" Stay gettin cake and I know they hate I won't give 'em a slice Up in the mornin
in the building Niggaz wanna beef, what up, what up, what up We packed to the ceiling we constantly chilling We can 'cause we could, we shoot, we slice
the blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it My life's no joke, I done played dice with Tote Upstate for cakes, niggas slice your throat We
the 12 stop on the highway to hell, switchin' lanes That know, what I mean to suffer and struggle in the gutter Slice birthday cakes with box cutters
the shit that get me aggrevated It be the same niggaz in ya face talkin' 'bout, "I'm glad ya made it" Fake niggaz, Jers' State niggaz Funny how cake can
see the neden I had to see the cat, the cheesey cheena cheden Rode my bike to her house, hey yo, Betty lemme in I'm packing some snack cakes, bitch lemme
your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz My crew split, it was my mistake But to my nigga, Duke, we all make mistakes I'm a get shit right if I spend my cake
Raised bad settled for a Ju. Co. Uh, but why they let a thug on campus All I did was rob and mug on campus Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus
