: [feat. Kid Cudi] First Floor Room Sixteen Smells like danger (let's go) Even better (let's go) Set your goals Bless our souls I'm in trouble (yes,
she attract niggaz like the A Milli beat And I happen to rap but somethin' 'bout this beat strange Soon as I try to flow with it the beat change Never
squeezing, no reason Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow
boogie.."} Nigga nigga nigga I'm from [Chorus] (Compton, Compton, Compton) It's the home of America's gangsta rap The place of danger where The {"Gangsta
et grandir dans une salle banlieue en France La justice brutalise nos freres, les peres sont blases Ca pue la pisse autour de nous, la merde, le prix du danger
haters They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators And in the end drinkin Heneessy made all my enemies envy me So cold when I flow eliminatin
of playa haters They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators And in tha end drinking henessy made all my enemies envy me So cold when I flow eliminating
player haters They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators And in the end drinkin Heneessy made all my enemies envy me So cold when I flow eliminatin
playa haters They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators And in tha end drinking henessy made all my enemies envy me So cold when I flow eliminating
So don't you tread on me Cause I will knock you down Whoa Oh in the comfort of strangers You don't see the danger Of just letting it flow This I know
I don't look over my shoulder but I know there are spies but then long time crew stuck like glue you never let me down always came through always kept the flow
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah) Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah) You in the danger
l'argent, pourtant l'argent nous sauve En banlieue je suis devenu fauve, sauvage devenu chauve Drogue jusqu'aux os dans mon 100-8 Zoo Dan-dang'reux jusqu'au flow
enrages de nous voir tous manger Enfins ranges et si jt'entraine danger (?) (???) Mon crew Que l'on nous pardonne, d'avoir la peche au mic (???) ouech ouech Parait que mon flow
ecris pas d'douceurs, p't'etre parc'que j'vis dans la haine meme si j'y mets tout mon c?ur, sans veine, trop d'peine, trop d'traine, d'engraine, en flow
: [Special Fan Edition track] Mother's milk has soured My life's a bolted door And from it runs a trail of vagrant gore My wounds are open flowers Fragrant
cannot hide The dreaming tree has died Oh have you no pity This thing I do I do not deny it All through this smile As crooked as danger I do not
