bank account match my clothing size
that explains the price of my shoes
you can get cut up like fruit
bladee one sound like akon when i make songs
someone rather then no one
i should go home to the chrome zone
sold my soul now my souls gone
i got the keys to the city
i see machines in the city
helicopters when we leave in december
i don't believe in the system
i'm complete for no reason
pull a the card get a reading
i got that weed in my system
i pull up clean for no reason
i'm at the scene when i'm dreaming
we riding with no ceiling
i'm posted in the building