something because most of my homies believe in nothing and paying for it, God bless your souls, I'll be praying for it eventually you'll have your day
no destination but we racin in the drop on some chrome I know you heard it all before but Im your rock and your stone (it feels right) me and you
open wide. [prechorus] [chorus] "That night it ceased. The old man was dead. I placed my hands on the heart and there for many minutes there was no pulsation. He was stone
real rappin fans To put the stomp in your feet and the clap in your hands The nod in your head and the hump in your back With a uncontrollable urge to
no destination but we racin in the drop on some chrome I know you heard it all before but Im your rock and your stone (it feels right) me and you sharing
Cracks wide open and vibrates your bravado So I escape, body-bagging, like I'm kinda like Monte Christo World Tour, DL, Koffeshop, and I'm coming to your
s how we roll (uhh) Rhymes got tight as hell so to the bank I stroll (uhh) Money on my mind, open lips from my eyes reveal pupils shaped like dollar signs
deep (inhales) that was your last breath Just imaging your mom was prostituting your mom was smoking Imagine your eyes don't close imagine your eyes don't open
lost cause, yellin pause when they drop the draws Its's entrapment, have yo nigga breakin nigga laws But it ain't a matter of mentality, it's reality Open your eyes