like this And now we're falling out She's falling over this fucking prick I want to drop out of life And get on with my days Drop out of life And have
should be takin' a collection, this time I'll make an exception I've just been here for the start of this I gotta come from the heart for this I'ma
up at 'mani giorgi and service from sergio pacini lamborghini the chain blow off the vertigo I know the flow just hit a hella-fied vertical This the cris year, last year
know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio Yeah, uh huh, okay, once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and
And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a fuckin' sell-out? But who's the one on solo shit and who want me the hell out? I'll bail out with a [
runnin the south. streets introduced me into the trap. see that wasnt enough i wanted the world and see this bout the time that my album dropped and then next
, ha! Those who commit the ultimate crimes, Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin' dimes, Get yo' shit drawers up out my hamper, the survivalist represent the next
Years later, and I'm still in the game All my life all I wanted was a few hoes If I was pimpin or slingin at the liquor sto' Ain't nothin but street life
ain't doin' no freestyles Don't even know how to do that shit Yeah, whatever Check it out man, check this one out I been rappin' for half my life I'
, how? You keep smoking, I?m selling out It?s called the City of Dope, might be your town Get a piece of the rock, turn your life around So cool, don
s learnt, involved in a three year marriage Arguin, fightin with his wife at night, arrested by sheriff Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to jail in your drawers and all of this
sh-t I'd like to get off my chest I spill out my soul, I spit out my stress and can I spit out my stress? it's the feeling in the air you bout to drop
a low life status to blow like Gladys Ahead of my time like I live my whole life backwards Im nothing like these hoe-like rappers My whole life practice
forget We're leavin' our marks, but cashin' T-Boy checks So reflect on the text, check out what's next And groove to the sound, that you is next 4 Ever My Beat, this
system kill me? (Uh) If I drop this album and it sells And the next one don't top it, will it be considered a failure? If I had to drop outta the limelight
ass bang Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live Shit, next thing you know we was signing to Jive Dropped
shoes on Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns! They givin' out life like by the tons Run! If you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, it's like
intimate Close combat, this is MC'ing at it's best But there is no contest, sent I'm this Speaking of a test, this and try to question this He so different
