ghetto symphony

do just what i tell you

don't come in any closer

and no one will get hurt

cause i dunno how long i can hold my heart in two

a rebel i be one day

on that track with gunplay

outcast my whole life so i decide to spit like andre

beef is on my entre

gin and juice thats bombay

driving fast the wrong way

i swear life is like a one-way

pussy on a sunday

fitness on a monday

my new crib came with feng shui

and my closet is like a runway

come be fiancee

she fuck me in a hyundai

my rooftop got a lounge

just a sit around and watch her sunbathe. dinner date for one k

shopping date for two k

bougie ass bitch made wait to fuck for two days

finally go the two day

swear to god my mood change

top off like toupes

drop off

touche

yeah my mouth is full of gold and i'm a city boy

and my outfit was in vogue

i'm a pretty boy

bounce

boy

flacko tellem holla at a nigga g

riding on my enemies

this my ghetto symphony

whippin whitney

my mama as a witness

bitches lickin' and locking up my swishas

once she blow my whistle

she know it's dismissal

spread the news i'm official

now hop out my foreign vessel

before i get aggressive

forget it

war ready

already tested

tears and blood invested

till my cardiacs arrested and my 40 oz is empty

show me watcha owe me and a porterhouse with that

black magic on the tires only i

rolling down the lonely mile phony smile

was

police on me now

still touring

and my chain it may slow me down cheer for

pain

in it's purest form

don't complain i came to reign

from here forward

still noid

so crib got clear doors

burning grains in my air force

and all i can see is clear ports

since rocky spit like andre i'm gonna kill em' like big boi

these rappers is all my entree

eat em' like cookies

chips ahoy

eat

enjoy

when i get annoyed

no cover niggas that i kill for joy

either gunplay

runway

trip avoid

money get style

my lil fishin boy

arnold schwarzeneger

toss a nigga

like codein mixed with a roy

smoke what make a nigga trip collide

what took me how fast

you could grip a 9

damn

nigga i doubt they tell this my heart

and the motherfuckers come in to cry

you niggas have a sour dipped in wine

guess that's when a girl sip the white

pourin liq so i soak in different shine

tip tipped and toe i miss the sky

my show get cold

all my niggas died

so and so

niggas live and die

beneath choose souls you will reside

rappers getting nailed for this freakin life

tryina come with this for their freakin lives

how many time your eyes and a nigga died?

never!

spittin it like a beretta

nobody do it better nigga