this shit be done rappin' son of a gun You said you saw me with the devil, but I ain't the one So try to fess me, or even test me But fuck you and Elvis
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien New York Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do Now you
me i'll never give in, i love it out here cause i'm dealing with the devil you see i'm riding this hate train every f**king mile and i'm never gonna
em out meant casualties Still had the L.A. mentality Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry Wouldn't you know, a driveby in Missouri Them fools got
game You don't know jack CIA FBI IRS Try to ??? for sweat But they'll never sweat you son Cause you're broke And you're dumb And you're no threat to no
And left the dead Wilsons inside Jetting and I'm hopping fences Finning through like my man in Caline, Texas Cuz I'm psycholistic You look once and you
you talkin' about sorrow, baby but you don't know my pain, that's right! Mercy! Mercy! I hear you talking about my sorrow, you don't know my pain You
me go you don?t need me baby stop holdin on the way you are don?t you know I'm no good for you and it?ll only break your heart if you don?t let me go
limelight MDMA got you feelin' like a champion The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien [Chorus: Alicia Keys] Newww Yooorrrkkkk, concret jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you
Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But nigga if you hatin I then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it You gotta pay like you
act like you want it I know you heard of that!! [Verse - Slim Thug] I'm the Young Texas A-Rod, K.G. of the game LeBron James, you niggaz must not know
: Now There's a man you'll hear about Most anywhere you go, And his holdings are in Texas And his name is Diamond Joe. And he carries all his money
her a kiss I'll give you beads and wampum Whatever it takes girl, to make you trade She jumped into the back seat And she kind of flipped her lid She said you
you wanna mess with Kanye you need to tell him that you like the way he rap" [No ID:] "Yo, you wanna sign him, tell him you like how he rap" I was all
me sad for you I know you can play piano that was just a talent show I've never known you like I know you I never wanted you to go You're on the
waist Wit a belt, regardless of your stats you can catch a shell [Chorus] Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this) There's
in it pimping, or you just in the way I love this life that I'm living, your shit can end today Two things to know about me, I guess I'll never change
You know we used to see eye to eye, now it's just hi and goodbye You gon' go against the fam', damn, why you wanna die? I know where you reside right