I am the stone that the builder refused (HCP exclusive)
I am the visual, the inspiration that made lady sing the blues (now it's all live)
I am the spark that makes your idea bright (new Goodfella gang)
The same spark that light the dark (know what I'm sayin')
So that you can know your left from your right
I am the ballot in your box, the bullet in the gun
The inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son
The story that just begun, the promise of what's to come
And I'ma remain a soldier 'til the war is won
Chop chop chop, judo flip
Goin' flawless, CNN
HCP yeah
Motherfuckers, haha
HCP exclusive
I could've somin' off for when they put the beat on
I'll show you how to ball, kinda money you could put your feet on
Loud in jupe in the light, just give me a booth and a mic
Be on the roof with a snipe, the point is like bulletproof in a bite
I take they top down, it ain't gotta be a dropwood
Shits feel good, enough to buy me, she ain't gotta be a problem
Like beats surround by sound but we ain't gotta be the culpable
Give you the backhand like your old man and I ain't gotta be your problem
My job was sing Frank Sinatra to Mafia, payed me proper
Be you better than diamond, oh before you hung we done came and got you
No crumblin' like the drummers, it's time to cash-in
Won, we put 20 on one and we ain't pumpin' gas yet
Live, slick, I get the number, put it in my sidekick
The last men in fly's stick, our intentions is so slice dick
I'm all about it, there's enough of 'em, don't cuff 'em
Toss some light shoes when I scuff 'em, no money them I muff 'em
You roll with it, life will blow your mind again
By the time y'all get your way, there's gon' be stepped on most times-
This don't hurt me more than it's gon' hurt you
Silent night, when it's goodnight, wayward 40, it's curfew