Lyrics:
no logic
You're me light in the dark
Twinkle twinkle little star
You light up me life
Pretty pretty cutie
Got a perfect design
I just wanna show you
To the South side! (Whiz One in the house!)
(To my man Showbiz in the house!)
You see I skip to my lou like Napoleon at Waterloo
My name is Diamond D, tell
had 10 guns but
I had to throw em all
I cried bro its hard
Sometimes you cant have all that
Chrome in the yard
My lawyer gave me list
And he put a lil
just day wida men
I wan to dey kawa men
Pounds and dollars in my mind
Love and hate is in my heart
And am bucksed up I be hotspot no be me they dey wan
too ratchet
Mike Jack how she touching this jacket Mike Jack how I'm feeling this Janet
Takeoff little bitch I ran it Bruno Mars I'm on a different
of the hardest town
Where my brothers lay their life down
You want something to play with?
Go find some toys when you mistake these grown men for little boys
More
by the exit's
'Cause every time I'm yapping
Something crazy happens
Keep my tool in my baggy
Jeans rolling with sneaker fiends
Who got a life term
the sprite then it's set for me
A little white smoke just to cloud my memory
Plenty pretty faced girls for my dawgs and me
If she a down ass bitch, I mark my
The gospel by any means but not Malcom X'n
More like wolverine from the movie X-men
The word sharp in my heart I speak an start shredding
I see the devil
Seek validation in the wrong places running through my life like I’m runnin the mazes phases just pass me by
See the sand trickle in the hour glass
Chisel my heart with an ice pick
I promise you I won't feel a thing
Looking life in its iris
And to this day I don't see a thing
See a thing
See a thing
right?
In the last years of my life
No one could do it better unless they all dyke
Underground hype we can't get along
I'm here for a catalog, not for
crew blunts and brew for the Hip-hop school.
Girls got my picture posters, pin-ups.
want to skin up (big up, big up).
It's a race against
the one that's just too unruly
So you know damn sure I prolly' flexed in my past life
76, gotta stay in check, ain't no pack life
That's why I rarely move
outside A-T-L
College Park living had me in a spell
Riding Old National, listening to Outkast
Man, I swear I broke out my life cell
I was at Banneker, had
attracted to you she is is partly your gab
But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have
The woman is a highly socially-practiced master in body
smacked up
Everytime she backed up
Didn't know there was room in the back
Of the lack truck
I pass her the job then he
Passed it back
Hope my girl
out the booze cause I overdid my dues last week
I can't sleep I'd rather spill my mind on this beat
Got the coolest shoes in town on my feet at least
The rap nerd’s attacking the mic/Mike like a Tyson opponent
I’m right in the moment of a ‘match’ I’m ‘striking’ a ‘blow’ And that’s
How I might leave you
here in the streets of New York
Some talk the talk, but don't walk the walk
Like Muslems at the corner store sellin' pork
My little brother still
Show me what you think about
I can grant you three wishes
Oh girl don't be suspicious
All she know is
I got mills in my bank account
Tell me how you feel
The first time I invoked a spirit
I was just a little kid
Messing around with nursery rhymes in the mirror
Until my nighlight suddenly went out
as your sign
I’m not looking for a long term thing or a wife
I’m just falling back in love with how I live my life
I can feel my liquor off some shots
my D
She a freak, tryna D I E
So I F on the B with the dub in the middle
She don't like you, you a bum and you little
No I don't care if you salty, my
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