Yeah, wrap the wax around the joint, then I sprinkle it with key.
Yeah.
All you in just take heed to the motherfucking G.
We in them streets, beamer slam like Mick Foley, falling through the cage, see me getting high, it's in the stage.
I swear my life is like a real life comic book, homie.
Let me take you to the next page.
I'm in the maze, getting lost in the city I currently roam.
And probably smoking, pushing something I can't really own You ain't really about the shit you be verbally on
And you confront like you ain't know, but you heard of me, Holmes.
Look, it's real ass nigga that kill tracks with bun.
My reign has begun.
It's time act.
main bitch spanish got an asian underside know how to work a stick
Sometimes I let her drive gold wheels with the green.
Don't mean that I'm lucky.
Been eating real good.
You can see that I'm chubby.
Time to move to Miami cause I heard we don't die.
And if I do leave, then I'm going high.
I'm on another cloud, I ain't talkin' bout to I'm talkin' full time, never clockin' in, because I'm stayin' on my job, alley-oop, I caught the lie, put it down for my motherfuckin'
Yeah, wrap the wax around the joint, then I sprinkle it with
Are you in?
Just take heat to the motherfucking seat.
We in them streets, beamer slam like Nick Foley, falling through the cage, see me getting high, it's in the stage.
I swear my life is like a real life comic book homie let me take you to the next page
Season seven, second issue.
That paper be the shit I'm into.
Get the tissue, roll up to the venue.
4G out against fools, cut them down.
Them bitches trying to fuck them now.
Wild way to round.
Swing an F, cross the hood of my vintage Corvette.
What you expect?
I write from experience.
I won't tell you about it until I did the shit.
This must be your first day around the greats.
You looking all out of place.
Don't say nothing stupid, homeboy, save face.
We eating over here, say grace.
before we partake and saute vegetables and steak off of golden and gray plates.
Jet life recline behind minor gram gates.
My neighbors admire my taste.
We wildin' at the Babylon Club, for a bunch of fucking grapes.
Wrap the wax around the joint, then I sprinkle it with Keith.
Yeah.
All you engines take heat to the motherfucking G.
We in them streets, beamer slam like Mick Foley Falling through the cage, see me getting high, send the stage
I swear my life is like a real life comic book.
Homie, let me take you to the next leg.
I'm still amazed by the fact.
Fools don't know who I be.
Chico, none designed like me.
And from my eyes, I see.
visions of champagne and new forms been nice niggas just snoring i slapped
to shed out a woody flower to tear, and kick out the whip just for being a diva.
You gotta eat the cake if you really wanna ride with the stuff.
If not, get your weak ass out the cup.
And switching gears like I switch clothes.
I got boys, so I switch totes.
Rap nice.
the sick flow seen the paper niggas got about this game we gonna get more and put some
which is on the six four.
It puts some bags on that M5 V28.
BBS style fives on that bitch when I skate.
Gold boats on the spokes, wood wheel with the gloves, cruise lights, bet you wanna join the club.
Wrap the wax around the joint, then I sprinkle it with key.
Yeah.
All you engines take heed to the motherfucking G.
We in them streets, beamer slam like Nick Foley, falling through the cage, see me getting high, send the stage.
I swear my life is like a real life comic book.
Homie, let me take you to the next page.
