t, we can. in a world that hates, we understand. we are some kind of love we're at the end of our rope we are some kind of hate we are some kind of hope
the law Catch me smoking my weed or fucking your whore Push my whip to the limit kind of hoping it flip Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you flip
away Space and time, nickels and dimes Bass and rhyme that tickle your spine A brand new mind, a fresh design One of a kind, seek and you find
m a paperboy and I collects that cash One more muthafuckin' complaint and your ass ain't gon' last On a block where I clock cash so fast This is a stick
to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your
Catch me smoking my weed or fucking your whore Push my whip to the limit kind of hoping it flip Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you flip I feel
Some rappers said, my rap is dead Shake your head to my bass like a basehead There'll be bloodshed, enemies shot Those who beef get sliced into pork chops Until your
guns are haunted with the ghost of body Smoke 'em like we suppose to Your whole crew come to face to face with shotty Told you, Bravehearted we appear when it's on Light up your
paperboy and I collects that cash One more muthafuckin' complaint and your ass ain't gon' last On a block where I clock cash so fast This is a stick up
it, you knowhati'masayin I had a nigga come up to me and ask me and shit Why I ain't got that, you knowhati'msayin Fuck nigga get on your job, nigga let your
