punk me if you could ya bitch But I'm a diehard nigga, I was sworn to silence and if I got to go, then I (?) So fuck you, and them niggaz that you run
hold me down, I call 'em my frittalia Third third stop Germany, come backstage Bored in this hotel, might not (???) All all these places my lady I been before But I
Bugatti (Let's go) I'm from another planet when I spit a verse With the weed in my body (Let's go) And I'ma Hurt 'em every time I get up in the booth
darko But in this mad world I'm fair - half bro I love money I take it from anybody and I'm never sorry when I leave an ex like heart broke See the horns
say I'm out of my league on this one So when I get done, I want you to cut your fuckin' ears off, Twitpic 'em Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity
know Ia??m on a Port Arthur state of mind southern superstar status I elevate the crime My time is money so I put some money on my time Lightening on the Breitling so
] They know I'm on a Port Arthur state of mind southern superstar status I elevate the crime My time is money so I put some money on my time Lightening on the Breitling so
handle So I keep swimmin', amazed that I'm not drownin' Butterflies took control when I arrived I opened the door, no, I knocked first I'm not on my
China So I go sailing 'round the room Through my window, cross the silver moon No flesh and bone to hold me I'll finally set my soul free When I go
you wasn't but it's too late I got my drillin' ya tooth Right after that I'm gon' be killin' the booth Tellin' my niggas how hard ya go I ain't even
and traps of life I put my scars away and love I have to face the truth of living I left my boat behind, I am not taking it Where I go I won't be crying
China So I'll go sailing round the room Through my window, across the silver moon No flesh and bone to hold me I'll finally set my soul free When I go
me Sometimes I think so hard, oh my God Was it closin' in on me I can't breathe, I can't breathe I can't breathe, I can't breathe, oh Sandra "Pepa"
. Behind my kids, I'll leave ya gift bag empty. Rift raft plenty, yeah that's what yall do. I got two tech nines, should I text or call you? Muddafucka I
thing. I don't play well with others so all I ask is that you leave me the fuck alone. Look I ain't tryna battle rap Can't fuck wit none of that I'm
I've got too much on my mind, I think it's time to take a drive and leave it all behind. I've got a song that's halfway there I think it needs the ocean
joke, i go straight for the throat Chillin it late on my old mans boat I hate to grin about the girls i got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 yo i got a whole lot Stright
right here, Is Dedicated, To my mom, to my pops, To my family, To my daughter, To the people that I know and love to this day, [Jamie Madrox: ] I was
