Plain N Simple

Bitch I don't fold, nah, always stay Ice Cold Keep my head up, feet down, never sell my soul In the land of the Lala, chillin wit Gino hittin' that Zaza Wit the muthafuckin' Raza Huh, you ain't in my clasa like Pun I take yo hun to my muthafuckin casa Caso cerrado, closed case Even if I rap fast, I take a slow pace No way you can fuck wit me Come up to me wrong, you feel a fist to yo face Gino always bangin that Juice Waving the white flag, they callin a truce They don't want the smoke, Elbows poke My bitch bring in money that's the horoscope Rockin Locs like the godfather, E Ya girl in my studio cuz you don't bother me Brother please Don't talk to me bout rap if you never heard Fat Pat Ghetto Dreams That's the thing I walk on the moon like MJ, Billie Jean I said many things, but I mean what I said Plata o plomo, that means silver or lead I remember when I was younger, I wanted some friends They told me I couldn't hang wit them Now I'm making they sister bust down So, to hell wit them, ha Man I'm straight chillin, never clownin' I rep the South like Wu rep Shaolin I rep the Mex, ballin like Nets No malace, Ron Artest I speak the truth, but still I like to keep to myself Plain and simple, build me a temple So I can stash all the beats in the shelf Hidden away, bitch I don't play But I'm livin like Mike from GTA Still though, nothing's for forever What's yo endeavor, what keeps you motivated The people that love it, the people that hate it Or when the money start payin, ugh What is the factor behind yo emotions Make you sip wok to turn to slow motion Make you live fast, you not taught the true past So the future you see, is of wrong the path And full of lies But who am I To say all these things It's my third eye Plain and simple on the Lex instrumental Delux Lexus not a rental I'm monumental like a coliseum They got to put my flow in a museum Drinkin more syrup than the average Drinkin more syrup, you mad it's Nice drinkin more syrup than you can imagine I'm barely happening, you's a has been Chillin wit Gino, we workin In the backstreets hustlin and lurkin In the Grand Marquis, got the bitch twerkin I can't see straight, but I'm still not swervin I'm servin these muthafuckas like a dish, ugh I'm a star, when you see me, make a wish White dude had the camarada in the abyss Told him boy you know we don't got to live like this You can live how you want to Even white boys rockin under armor, sellin weak marijuana Trying to be something they ain't Stay true to yourself, that's how you make bank In this world, that's how you get along Snakes turn long, trying to do you wrong But you got to stay strong, take a stand on your own Most of all, listen to yourself, don't listen to the dot com No need to explain, you can figure it out When you start to question what these fools really about A curious cat can turn into a serious rat Keep yo eyes on the map cuz life is a trap