troppo poco tempo nella mia citta qualche soldo in piu ( naa ) non mi fa sentire meglio un'orologio piu bello non rende migliore il mio tempo sento che
1 Время три утра, самое время говорить по душам, Я утрирую редко дыша, движа по клавишам асфальта, В переход метро ненапряжно сделал двойное сальто, От
bright, I rip through mics Plus I push more powder than crystal light Chick mad, said I hold my pistol too tight Get a grip bitch, this how I get through life I
coming home to beer shifts and there be soda cans I got your bitch in my Rover, man I never kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man I
A.M. gotta tell my friends 12 A.M. I'm a do it again, uh, uh I'm, I'm, I'm a do it again 12 A.M. I'm a do it again, let's go 12 A.M. on the way to the
I'm grown now sittin' on chrome now, I'm the youngest gun I get it on with anyone, I've been in thirty beefs shit I'm barely 21 Guns I hold 'em like
I just love it Chicks now say they like the way I thug it Since my album dropped,my stock grows like I went public Ladies I love ya But I love my freedom
the Prada, I got ya like I got ya From the first time I put you round my neck and locked ya It was then I knew everywhere I went you'd follow Soon I
pops Accept I tote glocks and open dope spots and I shut down rap crews Smack them cats who flash tools, laugh at fake ballers with bad jewels I'll tell
know The reason that I flow the way I flow, baby It's the things that you do, that make me feel so And I don't know the way I feel, I can explain I love
to go get it I like they toes proper, I like they clothes Prada I like they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie I fucked a few groupies, in a few hoopties I
fear is your submission I have the tiny tools To finish what I start I have the vacuum tubes To eat your little hearts I'm a wasteland messiah I'm
: Oh, I was a supermarket fool I was a motor bank stool-pidgeon, robbin' my hometown I thought I lost my blues, yes I thought I paid my dues I thought I
end They're gonna spin him right to the top Yeah he's a hot roman candle from the Texas panhandle He can either go Country or Pop, I mean, he can either
found my sound Yes I own a whaler boat It slides across the sea And some folks say I'm part of it And I know, it's part of me And when I'm feelin'
Frogman Henry Used to boogie woogie all night long Though I love rock n' roll, the acoustic guitar Was the only way I had of becomin' a star I'm doin
Tho we left behind a fat barmaid, a cowboy and a dog Racin' for a ringling Friday night Ringling, ringling, you're just slippin' away I wonder how many