doko no dareka to nani shiteta no? okoranai kara shoujiki ni shiranai PIASU tabako ni PINKU no RU-JYU ga tsuite iru mou nigerarenai nogasanai subete
on my arm Like a Don's supposed to, Sean Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers And switch to All Stars without losin' focus These rap niggaz hopeless, you can change
you the time of day Guess you know what time it is now, eh? There must've been a gust of wind 'Cause you change your mind every time it blows And you just changed
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my
Can you say New York City?) Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey And I am one of one Can't you see just how long my run My brain, new Lou sunshine
em, hey Everyday a star is born Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey And I am one of one Can't you see just along my front? My brain, new Lou
hatin' and waitin on my downfall Then just be patient, and kiss my ass! If you didn't believe and you had a problem with my previous l.p's, then kiss my
Mass Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my
come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my
I'm out on the hustle, I sit and I gussle Hopin' reality done pass me by, right on by And I'm not gonna' sit and lie, all of my life is bein' fine Like
in the day, everyone who paved the way before me/ This is for the shorty's/ It's because even when I had no change, still the same, it didnt change, homie
choose/ But what is there to do when your run with this thug life, ooh/ And I can feel your pain, young thugs; Stay focused/ Cauze we can get this money
my life - story of a nigga in the ghetto Money minimal so we settle For whatever they give us in the ghetto We settle That's my life - story of a nigga
that it took myself to figure out my mind's gone My mind crack, slide back, look at all the time gone Rewind back, comeback, understand my life gon'
at rap a lot My phone tapped, the feds on my tail Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' I build True to the ghetto that?s my life You see that house
your own people Mass confusion, in my head, killin' me, drivin' me mad Got me wonderin', can I trust my friends 'Cause they stick me in my back every
sellin' dime rocks Gettin' cash to eat with Punchin' a time clock In the ghetto makin' small change Slingin' till the sun up Got to pay my phone bill focusing
