hollywood (impossible)
Singer:max b
you know what they said when i told 'em my boy coming home?
tell the sun to leave the sky
i need a thousand dollar bag of that
i took the game and put it right back where i had it at
i got that animal ambition
these niggas ain't pop up until i got a date
i'm on them beaches with peaches
see we just play in the sheets
let my brother layin' in peace
makes you wonder how i could of turned out
special shout to them bitches that held me back
i relied on the word of mouth
said she never really had shit
you're preaching to the choir
seen his body on the flyers
since a kid i had the pride
me and wifey 'bout to retire
don't put them niggas in the big house
all the prices and the sacrifices
couple m's make you the devil
i guess being broke gets you to heaven
yeah i'm fleek from the socks
to the rooftops when i'm steppin' out
broke have you point a mac-11 to the reverend's mouth
and any day could be your last in the jungle
first his 'vance was a bundle
sun tzu with the art of war
foundation under the committee
hundred m's and the thirties and the forties
from the bottom to the top chart
masturbating to the forbes
thirty six strategies of war