Take it, I won't, I won't leave it I see you It's a rough patch on high for the Paris show They goin' haywire the second that the light is on It's a treat and it's so neat, she hit the powder on I pull up back and check my boots, so yeah, I'm bout to blow em It's a 90 race, some hell ***, parlay like when the lights switch Comment how you wear a strobe light, I hit the pills with Leg twists like exorcist, I'ma see around I'm losing, all I'm doin', I'm about this White gloves, foot print Money in a suitcase I'm on my way to the bank White gloves, foot print Money in a suitcase I'm on my way to the bank Till the casket drops, I'll whiplank, I'll *** the world Let's start a riot, got too much, too quick Goddamn, I'm feelin' sick, bitch, call the doctor Don't act like I ain't been dead to ya, don't act like I ain't deserted, *** Creolacidate inside my head, that's why I did The drugs I did, got issues with these mother***ers Lookin' down from they pedestals From that petty view on that petty *** Pray for peace with a knife in my hand, speak my piece like a gun in my hand Come equipped just to blast the *** Misunderstood since birth *** what you think, and *** what you heard I feel betrayed You can keep the praise And all of the *** *** needs to get away Till they get the right To the trickle-minded people I thought I knew better, wish I knew better Should have known better, wish that I was better At dealin' with the fame And you fake mother***ers Guess I'm too real Excuse me Larry Bass Promise me gas We ain't playin' gas You don't blame me I be in my plan Excuse me Trust you isn't built for this man Me and my dawgs built for this man We goin' for the gifts and the grand I be in my bag Goin' in Smokin' all the grams in this bag Man, you isn't built for this man Run it like a gingerbread man *** that ***, stay hydrated nigga I'ma let that bitch go home Cause my mama, what's up What's up What's up Black pound fist hangin' from my black bro Yo, she saw me in that cereal She wants a lick of Oreo Damn, read the damn When I spit the flow I'm on the lam like the ***in' wolf Hoppin' out the van, I'm at Abbey Road Vans with cameras in the bathroom Man, that's difficult I just wanna smoke up backwards by my lovely self Chill, watch the bills go up Book off the shelf I find myself and put my face on a missing shirt I dropped out with no promise that this *** would finish Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work