you, get inside you From Crip to Pirus this is survival Blood of a slave, heart of a king Blood of a slave, heart of a king Blood of a slave, heart of a
broke That helps you to keep composure up around your folk That keeps from trying to wrap a rope around your throat Don't choke, you feeling like giving up Life isn't a million
got different things we got to deal with. We always are trying to put the blame on something else rather than sometimes looking at ourselves recognizing a
way son But now let me break it down, pass it all around This is not a theory, the conspiracy is real They wanna put me in a straightjacket in a padded
So I came back with a platinum plat, now Ice Age is on the map Stackin' stacks, flippin' 'llacs, everything I roll black-on-black First album sold over a mill
destination for me Predictability has allways been the same I wanna break it down I wanna break the chain sometimes it feels like i am caught up in the mix looking for a different place
this here Yo, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun To carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big Pun But I move crowds without a gun like if The
make a million Gotta get myself a million Gonna turn that into a billion If not, then I just won't die All my Midwest niggaz tryin' to make a meal Tho
stood See I came like a flame in the night Like a ghost in the dark, there's a ray, there's a light There's a hope, there's a spark But when planets
gonna wife you ass up See I've met many girls A million different faces All over the world A million different places When I saw you, looking like a
with operations, closed casket console Tryna make million dollars, f-ck a million downloads But if that equal the same, smash it up and give me my change I made a
out you tried to put a stop to my sales Put a hole through ya head like the top of a whale If a nigga get knocked I can post my own bail A million dollars
source is alive You forgot the words of your creator And now he's made you a perpertrator Forever in a world of you and a girl A few grams in a pipe
, what, what, what? (What, what, what?) What, what, what, what, what, what, what? (What, what, what? Superstar) This is the life, yo, of a superstar Fly ass mansions and a million
out the crack scene over there Those two motherfuckers gonna make about a million this year Sell to their friends for a Benz Kill their race for a taste
. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
been never spin In heavy rotation ever again If I don't do a song to insight millions Or get a video done by Hype Williams If there's never a chance
And you wonder why you can't find us I, ton and tender wit millionaires, gave a million stares Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked For what seemed like a million