hand wristina Like the artifacts, I come on wit the cum on Might jerkin work, lookin up too many skirts I nut on puffs after I huff the dutch The ten pack pocket tissue comes
for no reason See them come and go, one switch, they not gold No house no mo', not even a condo As long as I know how to love, I'ma stay alive No need
underestimatin my format I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that Aint a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me Ask the last bitch that tried to come
Kmk And We Come Straight From P-town [daddy-x] So If Youre Gettin Drunk, Then Put em Up High Kottonmouth Kings On The Track With The Greatest Rapper Alive
magazine There's no hope, just a tear Oh your magic, is desire burning in my heart I need someone who is there for me And the feelin' comes again when
joined the mob And happy with her full time job Do do do do doo do Am I alive or thoughts that drift away? Does summer come for everyone? Can humans
ve been down, I've been down hearted baby Ever since the day we met, ever since the day we met Am I alive or thoughts that drift away? Does summer come
Thorough bread plus I stay weeded All I need from you is your word that when I come to the stai You gon hold me down 'cause when you come to M.I. I'
comes down I'm coming straight for your heart No way you can stop me now As fine as you are You can't imagine what your image means The pages come alive
spend hours In front of a Friday night mirror Trying to understand the kinda world Where the beautiful prosper Slicking up the kinda hair That the magazine
be afraid? And before I wrap up this 'Port Of Miami' There's a lot of my brothers and sisters They stumble and fell That wasn't here to watch this come
the media and the magazines They have so much credability to elaberate schemes Internet chatrooms with live feeds of a rapper Being eatin alive by La
She a video hoe, the bitch make big money Like to let her hair down when the sky get sunny You can catch her in the Dub or the King magazine Young red
Wild at heart and following her dreams But even she was pretty, got a ticket to the city Where she'd find her place on the cover of a magazine It was
nuthin I tried to be You was in the house sharpenin your art skills And I was in the backyard doin cartwheels Runnin with the niggas mama told me leave alone, come
count my money, an shoot the magazine covers. My team?s supreme, i fiend for green, like a Sweet splittin cheese gittin cream machine So many words come
come to rescue Central Park Watch the kids revive the sounds of Mexico It gives them a spark The figure of eight goes 'round It leaves you alive where
door to his own room to hide Picked it up, it was a Gibson Plugged it in and turned the amp on It was time to make his dream come alive He's gonna be
