Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
Pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
Heres A Toast to my Foes, Trees, & Women
Deja Vu
It's Like A Whole New Beginning...
Too much thugs and alcohol, what a mixture
Just picture... ya life as a whole judged in court with convictions
They telling u your state of mind, like you worthless
So he curses, his moms saying Bible Verses
That's all she works with
But miracles, neva leave the churches
Instead, it hits the pockets of the Preacher just to purchase...
A house, with a swimming pool
Labels me a sinning fool
I'm just a nigga who inherited a winning jewel
To be a trendsetter, wheneva sub-ject to respect...
Ballin coats settles, slowin inside a glass kettle
There's a Lee-V on my T.V,
Lifestyles of living easy
Got my crew tense, plottin to gips... to get whips... with V.V.'s
Pushing cakes... new and erect is what ten plates
Celebrating and Elevation in the seeds that we make...
So How You Like That?
Heres A Toast to my Foes, Trees, & Women
Deja Vu
It's Like A Whole New Beginning...
Escobar life... gems of raw Tims
Gators for pretty boy haters
In Vegas with chicks trickin fortunes
I'm glistening... Hells of cops whistling
Still I'm drifting in...
In a high, blunts is like insulin
95' I drive high zoning
Stash box zoning my trunk, I flash not... teeth golden
Look at me now Ma
Blowin but how far?
Cars, Cash, and Bitches got me out more
And things you never dreamed I can vouch for
Snake niggas, slither on the A of lights
I ain't a Christian, but I find that we pray alike
Neva no one to ask for the time to a saint
A mask and 9, I think... will make my problems sink
Down on Canal, similar to how we drink
Distinct diamonds flooded sfinx shines on my links...
Drug money, snortin bitches, in the end of times
Got my 9, till I flatline... Nigga Give Me Mine!
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