deep lakes And no flags wave me home In the caves All cats are grey In the caves The textures coat my skin In the death cell A single note Rings on
fall in love You can call your mama right now Tell her you met a thug I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up My left stroke's the death stroke I
r-roger that, r-roger that R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger Young black Rico's kill for the C-notes But me though, I'm
best friend Stare into the air, inspiration from the atmosphere I think of old ghosts, that ain't even here Like Alex Haley take notes on this biography
is about, oh, 2.3 seconds. Bruce the Duck quacked so hard that he propelled himself backwards and up onto dry land. For those of you taking notes, this
bout to awake But the closer I got the more I realize fate Wasn't fair to change for me And why would I think so My homie had a date with death He had
game promise When mutha fuckers step on my turf I bring drama How dare you niggas flip the grip check I'll leave you shipwrecked in the valley of death
Win...lose...draw...die Scarface: I read the book of revalations And now I realize we in revalations And on that note I make this statement For all
'cuz I ain't got time My lifestyle so cold, holla' for the gold Some say I'm too drunk, some say I'm too blowed And rollin' wit' kilos and stackin' them C-Notes
can have a beer Cuz honey when you gettin money you dont have a care. Now Roger Dat [6x] [Tyga] AAhh Young black ricos Kill fa da c notes But
vivid, you start to see things Way different, America's fake I was fast asleep, but now I'm wid awake I was under the spell of Kangol and reserved notes
Yo, yo, enta, enta Enta, enta It's the synical lyrical rap individual On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical I'm not a fan of this, I'm a
be Never saying too much, and these niggas talking repeatedly Conceivably I rip it up mo' then I get regretted fo' Same biz you paying, on notes I get
the Prada Faggots probably towed my truck you know how my luck Hoped in bleedin' to death turned left Thought of Jasmine and how she went out to the death
rocks, too hard to swallow So we get high 'till it feel like the sky low Ya'll boys just a bunch of pussy cats milo Money is the song, pockets on high note
family lives, Tell me what I catch, but you're playing knock door ginger. Just gonna lose a lot more, than I need it. They say sleep is the cause of death
I don't want to stay, I don't want to stay The arc of time, the stench of sex The innocence you can't protect Each quarter step, each marble note Walk
I wanna stay When I wanna stay When I wanna stay When I wanna stay The arc of time, the stench of sex The innocence you can't protect Each quarter note