NYPIG I don't deal with the swine, don't want swine dealin with me [What?What?] These shot happy motherfuckers legally ready to blaze With raised triggas
at your eyes My heart just dies Beauty divine I hope you'll be mine Open your arms For all time All dressed in white Bringer of light Spend time with
maybe, Deep dish with the great seats I flow greater than you're navigator I drop in you're town, block you're data Pimps all comin through with a hot
I've been in tears Hope has died in me But now I'm here, I don't wish to leave Trapped in time A miracle of hope and change A swirling mass, no mercy
Napoleons and cunts With their building blocks and their tiny plastic phones Counting on their fingers, with crumbs down their fronts I passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers
While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin' shit Came in that bitch with
lame trippin? on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin? shit Came in that bitch with
, some for squeezing No hope for a remedy, nothing to believe Moving targets who walk with the star in their sleeve Forever marked with a number, tattooed
hell, some for squeezing No hope for a remedy, nothing to believe Moving targets who walk with the star in their sleeve Forever marked with a number,
it's freezing And men burn in hell, some for squeezing No hope for a remedy, nothing to believe Moving targets who walk with the star in their sleeve
was a rainbow formed with no sun Roy G Bid marking the path for the chosen one An angel, my grandma, told me before she died Smart folks don't need to
bitch While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin' shit Came in that bitch with
lames with my shoes untied I jump the line, walk in, and watch the crowd divide Still stuck outside, that's the ugly side Looked Medusa in the eye and Medusa died
hot as I squeeze from it Now he's a cheap ornament, died in a street tournament Peep the clues, not deep with dudes My Benz don't carry shoes 'cause
fake friends, they hope the shit ends They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz They think it's sweet, now we rock Cubans with diamonds in ?em
like the six maybe, deep dish with the great seats I flow greater than your navigator I drop in your town, blocked your data Pimps's all comin' through with
Of My Lows That's Why I Get High Hoping No One Ever Know To Open Up My Mind I Can Show You What I Wrote Or Rather Show You How To Boat And Hope That