the return

im shooting like i play for the clippers in the back of a double R while wearing bedroom slippers in the streets barry bonds heavy hitter blue notes big figures big spenders classic gucci dress pants woth suspenders laughing at these runner ups pretenders must be a style now ill have you looking at your mom from the clouds pal when i was young my mom would tell me watch my foul mouth i try to run up papper like i got me a cash cow im burning up like i need a wet hand towel shooting is a habbit gotta have. it i fought a lot of rabbits for these carrots your life i wont spare it im riding in the back of the devils chariot like im on the comitty in the city bitch's shaking ass and showing titties in it to win it no pretending hit your block three cars deep spinning 100 000 is a one stop spending rules of the streets im breaking and bending have the whole city shaking in there Timberland's i feel like 50 out here fighting with many men you can find your lust of any sin by the hair of your chiny chin chin i party every night get right and do it again aint no such thing as friends pretending like they love you when they really fake outfitters i strike out all hitters you bitch niggas need baby sitters pussy niggas try to listen in on me with transmitters you'll never understand the game of a real nigga threal seeker bulletts flying like heat seekers come to my hood and let the devil meetcha fuck with me it will cost you your life im not a teacher i change my cars up with the seasons Billy the kid shooting your lights out for no reason power mobb if you owe me when you die your grave I'll robb thinking about the days i starved now I get in the club with no covercharge