Score

(álbum: The Cold Corner 2 - 2011)

Good thing my flow came with a tag
They running off with my swag
I'm running up in my jeweler, 100k in my bag
B.A.N.K. escort me to the paper
Kick game, sensai, best MC to date, sir
Baby screaming love must mistake me for dummy
Bottles popping while the moon up
Leave out when it's sunny shortie
Everyday a fun day, time flies when you're stunting boy
You working with them people? Then why you out here cuffin'?
Yeah I'm short on my awards, pockets full of money though
Pussy by the party, Chronic by the motherload
Money over bitches, that there's a whole other code
Dreams of lavish wishes
14 karat tub of gold
BMW whip around, I'm back on my shit now
Gym bag of that cash, y'all mad, big smile
Hopping out with a grip, with a light low, piff cloud
Clocking out for my trip, with the right flow ima' get crowned

And our shit 'bout to get realier, cause I just left the dealer
And all I see is Benjamins when I look in the mirror
And you're shorter than my feelings, I'm standing on the building
It's showtime when them cameras on, and I just got that feeling
Ima score, how could you ignore me? I've been working all day
What's up with this orgy? time to get it going
Getting drunk and smoking, parking up and clubing
Goin home with something

I'm the hardest on the street, I go Marlo on a beat
Riding around with no ceiling, Car note on my feet
These hoes are nothing but sheep, I'm the shepard
And my neck lit, respect it, protect it
He bugging out, infested
This Rose got me stumbling out the Louie out in London
I'm copping by the double and I'm smoking 'bout a onion
Used to dream to be a millionaire, who thought I'd become one? speakers
Knocking trunks bumping, Bentley, driver hear me coming
Like a free throw when I rap, G code for my tat
Flood the VIP up, three hoes on my lap
All of y'all I'm better than, veteran on that medicine
Whips so fast your head will spin, come get some of this heroin
Blue [?] made for that camera, I'm flashy as shit
[?] Whooped in farming [?], well I'm enjoying my passionate flick
If they all bad, I ain't picking, I'm clapping the clique
I gotta high pick in the draft, with a contract to my dick
Them bitches down, then Lil Tina mix a round [?]
I'm lifting off in London, bet the kid don't strick a pound
She already rolled the weed, I'm hitting as soon as I hit the ground
I'm 'bout to make a movie, taken pictures now

And our shit 'bout to get realier, cause I just left the dealer
And all I see is Benjamins when I look in the mirror
And you're shorter than my feelings, I'm standing on the building
It's showtime when them cameras on, and I just got that feeling
Ima score, how could you ignore me? I've been working all day
What's up with this orgy? time to get it going
Getting drunk and smoking, parking up and clubing
Goin home with something