Hey The sun is up but I feel more down than ever, ever My pockets full but I'm gonna ride like they empty, empty I got control, but I don't got none here with me, with me I left a hole in my wallet, chris spot me 50-50 Bad, down bad, you know the drill If I'm reaching for my-, Then it's blood getting spilled If the roof is on fire, then it's us that's in the buil' Ay, we all make it freeze, bitch I'm dingin like a bell How I do it?, ain't nobody know Where we left 'em at? ain't nobody know I took it too far, I'm where nobody go Hundred fifty blunts fatter than adios Diamond chains banging, something like that's what it sound like Let your chains jump, I listen close like that don't sound right Copy, paste it, bite the sound, you losin' with your sound bites Chocolate diamonds, no telling what she'll do for a Klondike (Quit with the bitchin', you can disappear with all that bad talk) (We could pick your bitch up, When she's still- and then just drop her back off) (Off-)