"We're dying on the inside." Right on time here's the other shoe. Clouds overhead start to loom. Some born to win others fated to lose. From options offered
"We're dying on the inside." Right on time here's the other shoe. Clouds overhead start to loom. Some born to win others fated to lose. From options
a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma six zeros dot zero Here it go... Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas Now we squared up Hold up [
vision On and I'm gone get fed up one day Put lead up in the K Come and hit up where ya stay so Baby momma betta get up out the way Cause the bullet got
out With little bikini tops they got they X's hanging out Say my shoe game nuts, so I call em cashews Every other say that they love Nicki tattoos Steal
my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up And in order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how
lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma, six zeros, dot zeros, here it go Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas, now we squared up Hold up
runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck
in and fucked Let her browse through the Prada store to open her up I bought her Aldo shoes, just to open her up It's coconuts, the way she just coc up
with the black ski masks But right now we'll only worry 'bout the basic stroll Hooking up my Cadillac, and upping my gold Throw in a blow job, they'll fuck
man ma, that's how you get ahizzead Killer wit the beat, I know killers in the street Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat So don't try to run up
the wall, baby something gonna stick, you know fuck these other bitches don't trip you've been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check then pick up
other rappers you know made it and stay dealin' Smart niggas just fell back and they saved millions These are pedestrian bars for the civilians Shoes is Italian, handgun Brazilian Open it up
I reek of money (Bitch) Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up From the rawest to the raw, to the slug
never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song, with an interlude can't youa??ll see I'm busy trying to balance out my chemical finishing up
a table cause they flirt with the promoter Vodka and soda, pineapple and patrone Now hold up be a second, and pose for the photo Pose, click, pose, click Now say fuck them other
me turn up to North And if dem turn up North ? hurt no tell de boss And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts And if dem gal are up, well den
club, ready to get 'em up/ They don?t even bring 'em my way, they know it's a fuckin' hustle/ Im strapped up like seat buckles, Im backed up by these
