Let me take you on mind trip, I slipped
And if I said that I would take ya I was lying just ta fake ya
Oh divine pimp Take me now or forever hold your
Piece I gotta piece but yo its killin in the streets
Gotta getaway(car screeching) from the snakes and the fakes The brakes don’t pump like the bass
drum outcome for some is numb
like your gums when the bumps come just say
no I don’t flow for the snow or the
whack crack but the rat pack’s got me in a daze
4 days and I wish I could do it like them
but then again all I want is a friend that I could
trust when the guns bust I don’t fuss bout
bullshit you him I them us.
It’s the motto now who’s side ya gonna pick
I don’t care I’ll be chillin in the sticks waiting on the
rain hurricane fame’s 2 blame I don’t
stop cause I cant stop shame in my
game no way I don’t got it I shot it
yesterday in the leg now I see that its
limpin away
i wonder what the hey I gotta do
to get through
