you bought was lame Cause it dont mean shit, when you out there on your own Cause it dont mean shit, when the Feds run in your home Cause it dont mean
he pressing me like button downs on a friday night im so pretty like he on my peddle bike he on my Low Starch he on my echo whites he saying Nicki don
lovin it when I'm feelin on the booty Especially when I can blame it on the alcohol Coz it do some thing to me She look better than any chick in my perimeter
my pockets on swoll Please Mr. Postman, quit bringin' these bills to my house Quit bringin' this stress to my spouse Cause I'm ready for the kill on look out, look
pow, hananana click clack on all yall/ i got my chrome protect my dome, plus my mask n my mic/ i got my own version called the ghetto passion of christ
back on me, I had to be my own man Regardless of what the stakes was, Ima play my own hand And im tired of bein let down be my so called friends And regardless
verse 2 if its money on my head i hope they got a recipt cool you own shit off cuz its hot on these streets i got dogs and they not on a leash so i
hood town West side ghetto, Windy City could count Black skies lookin' up, crack pipes lookin' down Accused of not lookin' back, blind n-gga look around City on my
on your sideburns he said im bad and he probably right he pressing me like buttons down on a friday (haha) im so pretty like me on my pedal bike me on my low scrunch me on my
ah-ah-ah Now she got her hand on my leg Got my seats all wet in my ride (all wet in my ride) All over my ride (all over my ride) She look me dead in
look of resenment I can sense it, and i dont like it [Chorus] [Verse 2: Kon Artis] It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse On my own album
problems of today get on my knees and pray, I cry and say if I die today please take my soul away make a brighter day for Lil ???, that be my son
in a coma hanging on, but she dosent wana go. because shes a star out here, and yeah shes on her own. everybody's praying for her, she aint on her own
hotter Boy im in i look for no other You know (Loick Essien) You and me on our own You should already know It's just me my baby ohh ohhh Me my baby
'm frozen cold, my veins are blue, Hell to home but satan prove, Good as gold, my angels flew, Yo, they can't knock down mine, Cuffs on flows i lock down
i get busy wid bars im chippy im skippy im fully advanced i am in a league of my own circular mova but i still move on my own gotta stay out for da dough
7 chevys in my driveway im so hood rich before i leave the town this what i told my bitch, i bought that benz for you so you dont touch my oldschool
