Uhhn Charles.... Got my stars and my strips ^!$$%. (x2)
Uhh hun... That's right, BBC SLIM ^!$$%
Uhh Got bapes on stars so straight ^!$$%


Hook: who will you run to, living this life of solitude? Money, hoes, and (*##$es but the streets I ran to. Just bringing you, envisions from my mental. Charles. (x2)


Verse 1
My ambitions as a ridah, mind for a shotgun,
dream about maybach's still ride impala.

Swear the streets are watching me,
the (*##$es are too, but still I holla.
Fighting for my dreams, images of my dad.

Love and live life, but don't live it too fast
and life is like a planner, numbers on the dash
getting fast money on paper no cash.

I thought I told you ^!$$%s this is the Charles show,
this is the Charles show,
I thought I told you ^!$$%s. (You ain't know)

So I offer you envisions from my mental
Cincinatti rollin like a ^!$$% up in lampoons.
$#&@in wit them kelly's, oh yea they rollin fool ,

$#&@ing wit them kelly's, oh yea they rollin fool.
Charles ^!$$%


Hook: who will you run to, living this life of solitude? Money, hoes, and (*##$es but the streets I ran to. Just bringing you, envisions from my mental. Charles. (x2)

Verse 2

Pocket full of cash chasin dreams like they 20 for a 100 yard dash
Chasing Rockafella dreams. Well... minus the Dash
Living this lonely life,

pops dreams up in the 80's mines up in the night
Living this fast life,
so many hoes cant even get they names right

@@#! lines will incite, you live that life ^!$$%
I live this rock n roll %#@!, in the hood too
see the hood chose me,

I chose the book instead of the oz's
$#&@in with the corporate ^!$$%s, ran back to the homies
See you can travel far but ya soul still remains in the streets

::right on the that block:: Uhhh Charlesss.
See ya soul still remains in the streets


Hook: who will you run to,
living this life of solitude?
Money, hoes, and (*##$es but the streets I ran to.

Just bringing you, envisions from my mental. Charles. (x2)

Verse 3

And now im riding wit my (*##$ too,
see I $#&@ with her cuz we match mentals
Vibin out to some old %#@! that I wrote

and when the law come see you aint gotta coach who...
she hold it down cuz the %#@! we been through
even though I cut her deep like some ginsu

Charlesss In L we trust fool.
In L we trust fool.



Hook: who will you run to, living this life of solitude? Money, hoes, and (*##$es but the streets I ran to. Just bringing you, envisions from my mental. Charles. (x2)