[Chorus 2X: sample] I'm stuck, to you, just like glue I love you, I love you, I sware I do, ooh wee baby
[Fes Taylor] They say the rap game remind you of the crack game I'm so cool, Versace logo on the black frames I'm living life in the fast lane My bank account real heavy, since my cash came Give me a Chris Brown budget Or a P-89, watch me spit rounds from it See these streets keep calling my name, try to explain I tried change, trapped inside of a cage And hit the range, I die in the range, so my aim long range Looking through the scope of the rifle like John Wayne Nigga, I John Blaze, still think that crime pays? 365 days, I can find a way Blunt to the face, trynna take my mind away Contract, my publishing, I won't sign away You hating muthafuckas, rather me inside a grave My darts still sharp, nigga, I can line ya fade
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[Fes Taylor] Been in love with hip hop, since I heard a Kane record My cops line up crib, get off by the same exit Verrazano villain, my flow sick need penicillen Enter like Iraq like when he in the building Nigga, if I ain't the best Then take a shot at me, nah, I don't rely on the vest I'm a Vietnam vet, no lost limbs Dog, I send you to the vet, break a couple ribs Hooked on the game, Samsung like a coach Projects war with the best, living like a roach Fuck if I end up on America's Most As long the world rememeber my quotes, that was dope Like '88 gold ropes, or the '88 saw with the gold spokes That was no joke, now it's white gold and push the 5-50 Right off the car line, holla at Geico
