And they wouldn't know it
How to deal with success for dummies
Thell never know it


Put the cup on the coasters
Now that we rockin loafers

And may the locs on our face
Hide what we ain't showin
My ^!$$%s

Heres another line
Until the time ah pass another
Passin of our brothers

Now another till the
Cane numb us


Im Tired of dropping %#@! doin the same numbers
All these ^!$$%s tryna catch up
Really they should run from us


Good god this sound like good crack
Step back

We Sipping good yak
In this Party bout to yak
Too bad the %#@! packed

Gang signs thrown
Gang signs thrown
Get rocked if you a G

Catch a brick
If you a stone


Who the $#&@ gon ride with ya
Who the $#&@ gon die with ya
Who the $#&@ gon see yo light

Grab it and try shine with it

Until a sign hit us (stop)

Over here they find hittas
(drop)
Y'all ^!$$%s dead

Homies lyin with ya
Truth be told I'm probably
In line witcha

Paint a Fine picture
Of my portrait on a shirt
To capture time

^!$$%

Then

Pour me up on curve
Roll me up in a swisher
Serve me up with Hors d'oeuvres


This is Fine art for those of refined taste
That Try and define art

Oh my godness golly the disgrace
Tell me how my %#@! taste
For ya answer that five star my mixtapes

One bullet curved at ya ah
Make you Think straight


Only then can you talk
What you see when you walk
Only outlines of chalk

You sick freaks
I'mma cough
Up a luge

Hawk it at ya
Watch the %#@! fly
Sniff a bird

And gon Holla backwards

It's some

More of that real %#@!
How to murder two rocks
One bird

Flip a kill switch

Dead bodies in the room
Dead bodies in these streets
Dead bodies by the pool

Still born
Thats bodies out the womb

The story of a coon
Just another type of ^!$$%

Tryna climb up out this hell
Till i Stand on Beverly hill figures

Nah Let them helicopters propel us
From

Gangstas in pelle pelles
Wholl Turn ya to Hellen Kellers

Thats
Sick

We Under that weather
They Put us under that cellar
Gave us bars forever
Judge spelling out life
That's bars forever
A Bad day

Yet its Awfully clever
That's life for ya
A sore sight for ya
Here's some ice for ya
Ice ice baby
Like the sky fallin
How you feel?


(some more of that real %#@!)

Chance logged on
I hope Vic blow up the "Innanet"
Till Joey dropped don't stop
I was thinking I won't not.