lose direction Your heart your passion By now we gotta find a better way Some how there?s gotta be a... Take my hand, and follow me... While you
down in a cold ass fashion Smear me sauce [? ] Comin' down in a cold ass fashion [? ? ? ] donut [? ] Uh, wait... Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16] [the following four lines
universal, your demise is first Before your rise gets worse You need a night nurse like Gregory, beggin me Stop it hurts, what you say to me? Like thats
rhyme A miniature version of me, told me he wanted to MC I told him, "Be careful who you be." He said, "I'ma just be me." I said, "Yeah, I see. But you
? A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me Yo it?s a body in the trunk son So what?s it gonna be A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me I had the
raised by a certain column on my info I know the CIA got 'em, they want me to stay at the bottom But I rise to the top, why not? my glock, spies watch
say Im good Who is that I ain't gotta say I would riding like an engine bitch I ain't gotta say I'm hood I tell a hoe to follow me and swallow me I be
'm the shit now, look at me, look at me I'm a ? like my nigger Rose, Shorty had me full of ? I told that bitch, no way Cause I made it from the bottom
for the love 20 niggas batter me, still couldn't shatter me I'm only getting up, splitting up yo anatomy Official Lox family, grants niggas handing me
to Come have a meetin' with The Council 'Bout the shit that's been goin' down Word is, same kid that killed Fat Pete, shot Reg in the head Bottom line
snuck 'em in subliminally with that wicked shit around them We mentioned more and more of this on every joker's card The bottom line always the same,
like 350 on this outfit NV ain't gon let me in Seein as he actin funny with me What it gonna cost me homie I brought a little money with me I don't wear
wanted beef wit the thugs, but the club wasn't big enough All the G's to the V.I.P. Hoes follow along right after me It's - SNS in this bitch Matter fact, I be the best in this shit Put me
fine job of hiding That crooked ace up your sleeve You doubled down my direction You kiss me on the cheek and leave I followed you through the darkness I followed
I was trying to make the changes But I couldn't see (Oh, why are we so blind) Couldn't see above the bottom line Searching for common ground Used to bring me
the lines, up from this pit at the end of your rainbow That's one too many flights of stairs One more stair and almost there One more dose close One [Incomprehensible] to the bottom
