The old school got lot to say
Look, g
Listen, that bitch play
When from money game
Kickin' it watching my kids play
Long way must be the way
Pure smile
My twins got pure gold
You can't buy, on god
Trying their bad intention
Had ol' effect mine
And no initiative
Just no invitation
Tensions and debts
Soon as they get a check
They win with a white bitch for the heads
But this B here
Bag is gonn' last
Then generate shares
I ain't here to play chess
That glass fill all of my toasts
I'm dancing still
Bitch you see my business
If you in this bitch
You can't feel it
Dig deeper
Is Mr new mask
Phife head
Long hair, don't care
Just say that nigga
Me west shining
In the city, always with them
Country fried, I'm Birmingham's finest
Errwhere' like the grease in the kitchen
Can't you see me in the skies
What we did for the feelin'
Is for the fo's that may sharp may it at pacific
Niggas died a million times
Still count my senses
For them niggas free spittin'
Pretty
Must be day in sway
He gonn' be fresh after the death of some legend
Play, old school pimpin'
Stay
Red monkeys, gold teeth
Got him with the system all day
Don't, man
Don't, man
Keep it real
Experience
Baby see ice creams
Peekin' Gold vision
In love with a bad bitch
That stay about it
I ain't changed
I just seen it all
It's to crowded
Before you move you should think bout it
(Please stay off my lane)
Like, the least, right?
You talking like you never got me shit, kicked out