(Ohh)
Yo, yo, aham, yo
Flying down the Park West
SplitHands at my chest
Long dope he looks like Shenlong
I chase some money I can spend on in bice all the bars
Losing on that courses, blacking till I horse on a corpses
Laying in the Mase Li, I am Enlisted to franchise
The key that holds the progress you said is a proper rob
I smell I need some of rise on time, celebrating the rhyme
Bitch sit on the wine, most of the time they do "man"
Left to know the instructions and how I gettin'
I got a million of friends
But I don't trust on two, three, five of them
I really speaking confidence
Specially some kind of money I proper live with
Cause niggas do all kind of shit
That's how they do the devian in the city
The same million history's
Most of them sad and boring
How you I trying the live as never
One thing, I want to see what it brings
And to not trust in thing
I'm trying to smoke my dope and let my angels sit
With the days I have, I just have a sistel
On the days a have, niggas have a skin meals
That's the days I have, I can see what's real
On the days I have you can see what you can fell, nigga
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
With the days I have, I just have a sistel
On the days a have, niggas have a skin meals
That's the days I have, I can see what's real
On the days I have you can see what you can fell, nigga