Letras:
W A S P I Can T

ugly in between Can't live and I can't die I wanna scream And I can't win My life's a living soundtrack For a human horror film I can't feel And I can't

I ain't high I'm the ugly in between Can't live and I can't die I wanna scream And I can't win My life's a living soundtrack For a human horror film I can't

J. did "Real Love" (If you don't know) I painted the Rover black The West coast is back, I can smoke to that Moms got the CL-6, that's a fact I bought the house, I

the Game and JT [Chorus] [JT the Bigga Figga] But you can't come with the rest of her friends Cause you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she short

workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-

loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B

come and be my private dancer I got some money if that's the answer I really wanna be with you; I get hard after seeing you How hard? Hard like a rock

's time to fry Nowhere to rest I'm losin homies, ain't that a bitch When I was rich I had clout, now a nigga's lonely I put the pistol to my head, and

livin lavish I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream