We know that the faces come and go So we need to make this mean even more Every effort made to keep pushing on Just a promise that we'll be here next year
the GQ man of the year that bentley that polstry leather, the leather that be up in the coats i wear wherever i go so there ya have it cashmere fabrics never caught in last years
year That Bentley or polstry leather The leather that be up in the coats I wear Wherever I go so there ya have it Cashmere fabrics, never caught in last year
school and 187 Caesar When I bust, y'all need to back fo' acres Doc y'all and that's my man Jabberjaw The shit list ready, who next to scratch off?
dipping Look at all my homeboys tripping They'll knock you out, one punch like the champ Going to jail is like summer camp We shake hands one day, kill each other the next
jail On a one-way ticket to a prison cell So why commit the crime? Don't ask me Went to school everyday, and I still can't read I count money like a champ
avenue, I know, when they see us sing, there she is [Talib] Fresher than Tony Rebel's vestibules at African street festivals My incredible women is, plentiful Over the years
the avenue, I know, when they see us sing, there she is [Talib] Fresher than Tony Rebel's vestibules at African street festivals My incredible women is, plentiful Over the years
me who's talkin' and I'll off 'em From Austin to Boston, make 'em floss in coffins Shit, if I ain't the man, I'm standin' next to him Starvin' Somebody
avenue, I know, when they see us sing, there she is Fresher than Tony Rebel's vestibules at African street festivals My incredible women is, plentiful Over the years
t talkin chicken noodle soup Got a V for Vendetta this year and need to recoup That two point five million'll slice a Sicillian Next year we want the
hard, she kept Vaseline Open as she swung back, couldn't help her dress blue back Now I'm held accountable right for my actions Right before the Wallabee Champ
die Who will imply that I lack abiliti? Make your words known, amplify the utiliti I'm crooked like the "I" on a toxic malt liquor The land whipper, the Dom Perignon champ
it down, one, two When you and I verse at war And your verse at core for what you thought before Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore The next
on tonight 54-11's poppin' wheelies front of Willyburgers Candy apple M3's, slidin' out gently Rollin up in Bentleys, Tyson was the champ then Right after the Rooftop, years
her crown I made queen of the town I got e'm paying more For jst another whore Here I come U.S.A Your next champ's On his way For men will always
