's a stereotype like everyone that's black and junk I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done got rings that like Mike, Bird, Magic and them out in Dallas in a palace
rippin shit, type miraculous Bang you on your head so hard, shit be formin callouses Let me get this loot so we can move up in these palaces {in background
car You spawned with the wrong guard You know my empire strikes back hard Listen hard, war This is the day after action Projects, cannons Being launched at the palace
Another instrument to crash you, Crash you, crash you! I need another instrument to crash you Crash you, crash you! I need, crash you! Ha, ha, ha, crash
know we'll never get it back [Verse 3 - Big Sean] Sometimes reality checks are too big to be cashed Was mailed one when I heard Nique had died in that crash
beef Start blastin, now a new cat is executive chief With a, passion for heat you get, blast in yo' seat Die before you crash in yo' Jeep, never passin
and armor and eating a snake charmer Capital break, wrap it in tape the cidic images Stand up and when I twist the lid off of a silver cylinder Crash
people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones people who live in glass houses don't throw stones people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones because they risk having boulders crash
bitch Loud tracks, I'm the quiet loud ass Quick to set it off on your fuckin' foul ass Make six digits eight and cop a palace Make every rapper sick
creation - all must see Heavens Hell God has fell Sound the knell Where time and space collide Mortals sit and watch the tide Of Angels crashing up
was dead. Alas with time Lir's wife did lie, and he was full of great sadness, Dearg heard this and sent word to Lir, to meet with him in his palace.
the top ten Rough and rugged and raw I'm like a callous The underground can say, "Ain't no fra-zontin in my palace" [Incomprehensible] Well can I be
Fear of tomorrow - we're waiting for the final crash The lost illusion - there ain't no light for us to see Our gods commandments - we once forgot and
ashamed when I am and shamed when I'm not The configuration of the American dream The palace dialed in the streets were burning The red horizon came crashing
every day could be your last, so if trouble met me He'll be with a few of viagras and a couple beckys You want a crash course? Know the damages I promise
preach how to live You gotta live how you preach each day Don't sell your soul honey, don't give it all away Crash a plane, go insane, burn the palace
