Lyrics:
and shamed by the blowing winds of change
I will not throw you a high-five
It's been a long time since a kid sat at the table
Mighty Casey went and struck out
your shots low
You hug the block close, we rock on and on
Now if you got dough, your shit is not low
You duck the five-oh, we rock on and on (ladies!)
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
a brand new car
So me and my lady can ride
Check, I wish y'all coulda seen me back in high school, backpack
Grey range black Ac'
Put a half a stack
at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef assorted like Godiva chocolates
Niggas you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans
a brand new car
So me and my lady can ride
Check, I wish y'all coulda seen me back in high school, backpack
Grey range black Ac'
Put a half a stack
different
(Brag) , my bag different (Brag different)
My tag different, my mag different (Brr)
Brr (Fah) , fah-fah-fah (Ok)
Ok, I'm reloadin'
Surrounded by
Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by
Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
Banging yacht rock with my squad from 2-1-5
Straight calling niggas
at your worst
Crawlin' like a maggot out of they mind
Faster than a Go-Go forty-five
S is live, survive high with out a goddamn
Reason why basketball wives
you know my story right?)
Yeah, baby (show those crabs how to rhyme)
RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
It's only like five percent
was high
T-you-V-W-X ask Why, you die with blood pourin out your da-da
You want the ri-ri-ri-ride from hardthorn, abide by your crew from a 735-i
Louis V knapsack (ayy what's that?)
What can you fit in that? (I don't know)
A pound of that smoke, an Actavis four
Yeah get high like that
Fighting off
know your game
I said, yo, baby girl, I'ma tell you no lies (What?)
'Cause all I wanna do is uh, get ya high,
And uh, lay ya down and do the body rock
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
that bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick
See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off
Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they
go by easy, when the bomb right
Chorus
[Verse 2 5 ft]
The weight of the world is on my shoulder
But, everyday I wake I find myself I'm getting
gunplay
Heeeyyy.. I ride wit' a ak, get high and spit five out the ak
Ok, let a nigga play and watch t-double-d knock ya ass of the free seat
All my dade
Hold up, hold up
Quickly now, quickly now
The bass was in your face
The highs make you nature rock
Young ladies in the place
Feel the highs, feel
you know my story right?)
Yeah, baby (show those crabs how to rhyme)
RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
It's only like five percent
I'm go always Rock out
I said I'm go always Rock out
Aye man Ima Rock out
Even if I'm by myself or with the gang that shit ain't gonna change nokap
The flow, y'all gotta pay a little mo' now
It's platinum, nowadays we put the gold down
We stepped it up, y'all don't ever wanna showdown
Get wetted up by
the rocket
Try to touch my game and than I rock it rock it
I say rock it still and you still rocking
I was playing on my guitar
Told them five words only yea
dunny, we rock a half of mill and look bummy
And bounce to the projects, pop Becks, cop Tec's
Top wrecks, execs got next, what the heck
I'm fed, you'se
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