this feeling More serious than butterflies My inside's so sore Finding it hard to let go 'Cause I'm still, I'm still in love I'm in love Here we are
platinum classicals Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes and Firm Fiascoes - assholes Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up doin a tango.. And
To climax I come up with a nab The game don't stop Legit ballers bending up the block Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props Sucking and fucking, loving
the past grimmly That could've been me, explodes out on 41st and 10th street Through all the pap grease and street chases Sudden raids and confrontations
for the kingdom, and I ain't of the same yeah, and I'ma chase that. I'ma I'ma chase that found the key to life and best believe that I'ma plate that glory
Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
god, but it's real, And I still can't believe, and my heart still grieves the loss, Ason Unique loved wine and fine women, We singin' on tour ooo baby
but it's real, and I still can't believe And my heart still grieves the loss, there's no pretending Ason Unique, loved wine and fine women We singing
has come, find it and return to the One Abandon the flesh, self-interest, Broadway to death Pride and the greed, hide and subdividing the seed The knowledge of good and
coke rocks and protect yo glocks And turn your projects, into Ft. Knox It just a fo' night, with two 44 glocks Now rise and shine it's a kick do', for
Grinding and hustling and getting at mine Swerving and token and grippin' on pine Bump, bump, bump, bump All in your trunk Woofers and tweeters and speakers
wreck Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
Introduced you to my dogs, that don't love hoes and firm fiascoes Assholes, fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up doin' a Tango And cash, always
And throw folks behind bars, like little jars They supposed be there just to serve and protect But they just punch faces a lot and choke necks Then
when the whole city's mine? I been grinding like a motherfucker chasing my dream No longer chasing, I'm making my green And it seems that them niggas
mad at me I don't love 'em I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em I replace 'em with another one You had to see she keep calling me BIG (And another one!) And
mob status I'ma lay low Representin' Legit Ballers and niggas biten the flow On the streets or the stage, A 45 or a gauze That's why me and the Twista
in a bundle, fifties and hundreds and G stacks If I could just hit that big lick I could relax And ease back off of thuggin' and stick to hustlin' Concentrate
