fried rice

milk

decisions i be makin' when i get impaired

tell me where the gingerbread

i'm gettin' there

money in my pocket barely fit in there

but i fell in love with how it's sittin' there

old bitches miss me

a hole in her soul

but i'm over it though

had to block me a number

this from the latest collection

my boy

you can copy the wave when i drop in the summer

fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice

i done died twice

i got nine lives

that means seven to spare

vision blurry

but the hindsight always 20/20

i see heaven and hell

yeah

just to bust up a cell

yeah

tell 'em come and give me fuckin' nonviolence when the nine flyin'

hear her lullaby

make her sing like adele

heavy on me like a pell

singin' off-key

get 'em off me

we on all streets for the money

niggas hit up wall street

had them boys ringin' the bell

ain't no libra

but my scale ready if this rap shit ever fail

get me hot

my borough taught me how to run a block

confidence is quiet

i don't talk a lot

i call my mama and i call the shots

i don't call these bitches

they just talk a lot

cop a couple toys and we can make a play

now the driveway like a parking lot

beware the dogs what the sign say

i did it my way

i did it my way

decisions i be makin' when i get impaired

tell me where the gingerbread

i'm gettin' there

money in my pocket barely fit in there

but i fell in love with how it's sittin' there

old bitches miss me

a hole in her soul

but i'm over it though

had to block me a number

block block

uh

block

look

you got the gas

but it's not like mine

she got that ass

but she not that fine

don't make a nigga laugh

i need the cash in the bag in advance

before i grab any mic' in the stand

don't make a nigga mad

spazz the fuck out

all bad

i'm all-madden

i'm on a go route now

but i do all patterns

i'm with your ho right now

and she's a tall glass

i'm a can full of whoop-yo-ass

a little.40 in the booking bag

i put a bullet in your lookin' ass

aw

baby

what is you doin'?

been lookin'

askin' for something you can work your ass off for

my nigga

grab it

go after it

i'm p-p-passionate

d-d-damagin' my anatomy

don't get mad at me if i pass out while i'm ramblin'

i'm an animal

an anomaly

mari-mari-marijuana

it's the god in me

gotta be

a better way just to get away

takin' the backstreet roads

a couple days

maybe

give or take

baby

i'm gon' get home

uh

when i'm in the zone i'm in

i'm ignoring your phone call again

the phone

off the dome talk

your phone block block

you're on

switch off

the long lost lil' nigga gettin' it how he live

hol' up

decisions i be makin' when i get impaired

tell me where the gingerbread

i'm gettin' there

money in my pocket barely fit in there

but i fell in love with how it's sittin' there

old bitches miss me

a hole in her soul

but i'm over it though

had to block me a number

this from the latest collection

my boy

you can copy the wave when i drop in the summer

fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice

like it's fried rice

boy

you can copy the wave when i drop in the summer

fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice

like it's fried rice