The Myth (Bonus Track)
(专辑: The Cutting Room Floor 3 - 2013)
Cocaine Cowboys, Heroin Indians Drug dealer fly, which car to put the
Fendi in I'm in a
condo on a
Louis couch New York fly nigga, California gooey out Mobster, know I
got the
tooly out Cops come, you don't even put the
doobie out From the
block, them niggas will make a
movie out Everybody fly like they got gear from groovy house G'd up, know what you out for I
get high riding out to the
Outlawz Broke right hand, load the
southpaw Get off the
turnpike, different route ya How I
know they sent a
different scout ya Trying to figure out, how the
cat got the
mouse ya Trying to figure out, how the
dog got the
cat ya From the
hood where they let it go blat! ya Weird science, simple math Take a
cab wherever you got the
rental at Check the
spot wherever the
connect sent you at Check the
credit of homie that fucking lent you that Word! Smoke break, at the
table bagging up snowflakes 9
mil at my waist, but I
don't feel so safe Cause a
lot of niggas is dos face I
mean two face, bitches get yo'food laced I
don't stay in the
spot unless the
mood straight I
rather be mad high in my new place Rather be mad high in my old place Wondering if the
pearly gates is white like Colgate A
lot of dollar bills, can't fold straight Cause the
knot thick, told you that the
plots thick You in the
way, you gon' hear the
Glock click God bless this ignorant and obnoxious European American, V's with the
smoke tints Ten rack, black label suit with the
smoke scent Meet the
connect by the
ocean I
do my deals on the
beach Up to my neck in the
water, and it ain't sweet Cause trust is an issue The
ice pick tip with the
rust gon' hit you It cut through your tissue Cause you could go to jail, niggas'll act like they miss you It's only when they see you, when you gone they forget you I
fell in love with the
money, and lust with the
pistol Always hated the
cops, say fuck when they get you I
still "Kill Bill" ill, monster from "300" Talking money to G's want it We roll up then we load up It's a
cocaine deal or a
hold up? I
could care less about the
set that you throws up Came from nothing, used to have nothing Now I'm somebody and I
got a
lil something Rich nigga, Ritz nigga You don't know this nigga I
don't like snakes, I'll kill it if it hiss nigga Rat nigga, snitch nigga Rap nigga, fuck 'em all My posse over there tell your girl to go suck em off They say I'm underated, I
just be getting faded Cause niggas'll have your name all on the
affidavit I
find it fascinating I
know how to kill em all, holiday'll kill em off When ghost procrastinating You could see the
holy ghost I
stretch your flat [?], take some herb in your pocket You could call that the
holy smoke We ain't cut from the
same cloth I'm the
boss, we couldn't work for the
same boss Point blank nigga, I
would shoot your brains off In the
spot, the
manteca and the
cane soft But you know that the
bass hard Dealer death and there ain't no safe card That's Alchemist, this is Alchemy Sniper on the
balcony, higher then the
Falcon be It's a
pack of wolves and you know I'm where the
alpha be Guns go north, but the
drugs go south for me If anybody is out for me Better go the
fuck in, cause I'm gonna go the
fuck in New York fly, California high Miami hustle when I
get up on a
pie Down south lean, midwest bounce And I
wanna double up, it's the
buck that counts