b.i.g. luther freestyle
westside gunn
flowers on the bottles at the art basel
don't make me throw hollows
cooking pots looking like the wind
crash the '43 and cop the '63
dome shot bought you out your misery
bagging up work to luther vandross
y'all broke 'cause y'all standards low
y'all good with them grams of coke
it come out the pot hot when it lock
'til it pay for the mansion on the edge of the atlantic coast
sometimes be my disadvantage though
they come with they handout before they ask me to answer no
they want the benefits out it
i took the chances though
the streets took the innocence out us
i never planned it though
she speaking spanish slow
now i'm getting random dough
like i left a ransom note
and they only hammer toe on screen when the camera roll
look like i got my pajamas on
who knew i'd jump off my grandma stove and land in gold
they ain't know what half a brick can get that white
they don't leave the house 'til after midnight strike
they ask me how i get that nice
and i don't have a pad nor a pen that write
they say my flow cold as a december night
and only time i write is when i send a kite