[verse 1]
Love and ya hate me
Train but ya pain me
Life's hard enough as it is
In 22 years i’ll be at the top
Where ya gonna be in 22 years
Can you feeel my pain?
Trapped in a storm...
Choke you out, battle again
With killa beez on the swarm
Intensive forms, I can feel the storm
Who you lovin' who you wanna be huggin'
Especially when, meteors they blacken your eyes
Tryin to get through the level
Close your eyes gotta surprise I dare you to peep
50 ain't shit shoot the dice lil' daddy
You slow dance with the devil
Uhh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I was at the crib watching screen TV
Melly must be set free
My psychotherapist says I should clear the air
[Chorus]
Skip the small talk
Good shit get thugs to spin
When the boss hit the block
Your whole chest and your world caved in
That's how I screw you, so who do u
I am a player, petty actions surveyor
It's kinda like Monopoly, I'm the wealthiest player
Accept the truth about you
[verse 2]
Everyone knows if you snooze you lose
I might be ripping off my foldable portable veins
I got the broads, I got the brews
Come out ya shoes, we ain't got nuttin' to lose
The murder capital mo' mayhem, yes it's thriller
And park our Lamborghini's outside the House of Blues
Tryin to show these suckas just what lyrical perfection is
Even if you're not a spiritual person I admit shit
So I will take yours and I will take his
Don't slip cause I'm strapped with this G-shit
Don't slip cause I'm strapped with this G-shit
Don't ask me if I'm fresh, 'cause it's obvious
A attitude like they like it, I'm fucking loving it
If you are a sucker emcee
They bake keys on da oven
That you can't see where you gonna be
I haven't won till it ain't even
If you front, muthafuck, I got the mack eleven
I won't blindly listen, give in, or be driven
Another brother had to die, caused by
Do you even really know?
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
'Member you talkin 'bout that out-of-town dough
Santa Claus sled that's pomegranate red
There's eyes in the back of my head!!!
[Chorus]
Skip the small talk
Good shit get thugs to spin
When the boss hit the block
Your whole chest and your world caved in
That's how I screw you, so who do u
I am a player, petty actions surveyor
It's kinda like Monopoly, I'm the wealthiest player
Accept the truth about you
[verse 3]
First affiliation we see, slugs in him
It's hard, a cold, cold world
Watching old Mickey Mouse cartoons, I'm grim
In my crimi-mal, underworld
Twenty five thousand, if you wanna show for him
Said I been around the world
Im ugly as sin
Oh let the Jameson sink in
Rich boy's in trouble
Uh, spraypaint and ink pens
Conversion tactic, watch your fans double
Fuck coppin a big body Benz
Uhhh Oohh!! Now There's Gonna Be Trouble!
Because we was lovers, we was best friends
Follow me now, and my goons gettin down
Hey brother, take a look around
This is my city
That's why I don't show pity
Bullshit jog money talks
I don't wanna be apart
Spooky bitches try reading my chart
That's why money talks
Mothers, children, brothers, sisters, torn apart
Then lounge with the angels, celestial portrait
Put the pedal to the metal and accelerate
Claimin this lane when piss drunk
Music make these thuuuugs...calm down
Keep it real, never fake that funk
Yeah, and the trumpet is blown
[Chorus]
Skip the small talk
Good shit get thugs to spin
When the boss hit the block
Your whole chest and your world caved in
That's how I screw you, so who do u
I am a player, petty actions surveyor
It's kinda like Monopoly, I'm the wealthiest player
Accept the truth about you
