Reaching up to touch the sky, The sun, the centre of my mind. Hopes are high and time is wide, Dream of life on the other side. Take my chance to grab
Waiting for the child's first scream, Am I ready for all the weight I carry on my back? The burden is mine and mine alone to bear, And so I sit waiting
the answer? What the fuck do you believe in? Say goodbye to the bad guy 'Zy rollin' with my cat eye, dead eye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot
on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my fucking sweater Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt Time to heat it up
trying to buck wholes in my fucking sweater Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt Felt the welts from brass belt buckles to brass knuckles Time to heat it up
Care If You See The Laurens Tucket Or You Bill O Reilly You Only Ralling Me Up For 3 Years They Had Me Peeing Out Of A Cup Now They Bout To Free Me Up
You don't like me, so what? Act up, fire gon' make ya hate me Fuck sick shit up, move up Burn shit down, spark it up then ya lay down 'Cause I got
gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish. They love us. You haters, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces, bitch, and ball up your knuckles, 'cause
rich so he was plottin' with Jay This motherfucker had the street game locked Had the blocks all sold up And always saw the cops when they showed up
niggaz get it all and give it away Gettin' back was out of the question, they lived for today Then the hunger pains start up, then the murderous plots To set up, they fuckin
up strong and don't whine When the time get passed around huh? I'm tellin you dawg, that even if you gettin released How the fuck is you gon' live on
slangin', ya, ya, ya Heavyweight, got a bad bitch in every state On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake Mark ass niggas, stay the fuck up out my
slangin, Ya Ya Ya Heavyweight, Got a bad bitch in every state On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake Mark ass niggas, stay the fuck up out my way
Face, slanging yay everyday Heavyweight, got a bad bitch in every state On the grind non-stop till I touch this cake Mark ass niggas stay the fuck up
the block, bust off the glock And dealt with more beef than a fucking patty Sheek ain't fuckin' wit' y'all, want nothing with y'all You ain't gon' rat
His records get mad airplay I don't care I'm knockin' somebody right the fuck out I don't care Yo yo, fuck all you radio that wanna play clean singles I cleaned mine for years
it up Mami, don't frown, go down, heat it up You see me and my niggaz only come out on the weekends 'Cause the weekdays too busy creepin' Freakin' wit yo' rat
