Petal to the metal, lost flint, it was sugar in gas tank My cushion was a bosom on bad days There´s not a black woman I can´t thank You called crying when I told you these the last days
It´s all mine, could have split the last plate Nigga´s didn´t have faith, so I stopped trying I apologies, and we outta time Please get ya alibis straight, you ain´t gotta lie It´s a tradition did it my way No sense of looking at the sky Trace elements meddle with minds Mind-state live fizzes and fires Niggas with live ammunitions in the stick on the highway I only get better with time That´s what my mom say, the doc´ say, he to kill him this time Well here I go, foot on the line What´s mine, what good is it if it´s not, you sick of it Sicky, sicky, niggas wasn´t shit
Face looking like I stumbled out of bed, hundred dollar jet I piss problems out the bottom Empty mama said she used to see my father in me I said I was not offended Press can navy med, like on the bed Living life like a nigga put a price on my head Bless, this how we on it If you need it and I want it better come prepared Going it through it like prayers in the night sky You look like a chair when you floating up Hand up like a goalie with the puck, don´t need any luck See the goal so where I was, lonesome as I was
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