as we got older our lives took separate paths And I realize now things will never be the same You can draw your lines to separate Divide our scene, justify your
shine, two shows follow behind. It’s a fucked up vehicle. switchin my lines. Hotel asks a nigga: "could I share my dimes?±. Picture that, when you scared to draw
it Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it Shame on your label, for
find (silk stand) it's cracked and peeling (takes my) each face revealing (breath a-) what we don't say (-way) let's take these lines and draw ourselves
freak king of amphetamine Still running those rocks on the front line Get up tight when its your turn A bullet in the head is the lesson learned One of these days
industry ain't what you think it is And everyday you will be gone, you will think of your kids No matter what they throw at you, get your biscuit and grits Get your
these piece) Collipark is switchin' house and his bitch, check it out, yo yo, [Chorus] I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line Cute face slim waist
, he got whacked up, oh well Listen, I like your girl so you better look after your girl Or I might just take your girl and make your girl my girl Switch your
ain't what it seems What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe On that hard white, I'll tell you what them scares like I'm speaking through these
is when a man is trying to make time with your woman But you're doing time behind bars and your time is standing still Yo, Frost, kick it to these people
've done I know what it takes to be number one You vatos cross the line all the time dropping the dime Your questioning I'm answering before your asking
shine, two shows follow behind It's a fucked up vehicle, switchin' my lines Hotel asks a nigga, "Could I share my dimes" Picture that, when you scared to draw
the coke And now that he come up he wanna cut your throat And you gave from the block, put 'em to your neck Now he givin' you a glock puttin' it to your
our stocks They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under Serving most of my brothers another football number Judges look at our seeds, these
not the only one Who's failed to hang on to a moving star Now don't be sorry, what's done now is done And this is who you are These days feel numbered
me to jail me Walk the plank, ya damn dime droppers Snitches get stitches, why, oh, why Does my trigger finger itches? Corrupt I follow my nose it always knows it Open the draw
bystander waving your flag in mute acceptance? Take up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life
will be when a true friend stands at your side Someone like me who wants to believe In the days of high time and innocence Drawing the lines and shouting
