when there's a rough patch
don't eyefuck the parachute
they goin' awol the second that the light goes on
it's a treat and it's on me
i pull her back and check my rosie yeah
this some ninety raised from hell shit
parlay like when the lights switch
'cause tonight's the night i'm losin' all i'm doin'
money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
don't act like i ain't been dead to ya
don't act like i ain't deserve this shit
couldn't last a day inside my head
that's why i did the drugs i did
got issues with these motherfuckers
looking down from they pedestals
from that petty view on that petty shit
prayin' for peace with a knife in my hand
speak my piece like a gun to my head
come equipped just to blast this shit
misunderstood since birth
fuck what you think and fuck what you heard
and all of that fuck shit need to get away
still i get to pray to the fickle-minded people
at dealing with the fame and you fake motherfuckers
let me run my. i be in my bag
me and my thugs built for this
we're goin' for the gifts and the grams
smokin' on drips and dissin' bags
man you isn't built for this
run it like the gingerbread man
black power fist hangin' with my black 'fro
she saw me in that cereal she wants to lick a oreo
break the dam when i spit the flow
i'm on the lamb like the fuckin' wolf
fans with cameras in the bathroom
i just wanna smoke a backwoods by my lovely self
i found myself and put my face on a missing shirt
i dropped out with no promise that this shit would
you should know we never lie
you should know we never lie
pull up with the racks to your shop
money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
money in the suitcase on my way to the bank