I come from the 'partments it was bad Ramen noodles, cup of water all we had It's like you gon' eat or you gon' starve Either you gon' hustle or you rob Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich But

Money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know Blowin dro, 24s, that's how all my niggas roll In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been drank, and I've been smoke Flying

My destination, my mission, my intuition So close I feel it changing me False affection took the best of me Deep inside, the absent mind Denial and hypocrisy All the same To do this we part our ways Suddenly I know, I have to let it go All that's been

I can't breathe anymore I've gone the distance Can't see me anymore The darkness has overcome I don't wanna be part of this But I let it take me So I let it take me Now it's dripping all over me

So put them hands up higher Let's smash this party up This is the blast off It's time to blow this up So best you run for cover We about to hit self destruct Go all my people with me And none of us give a fuck

Won't keep us apart. I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart, An' all of this distance won't keep us apart, How long can this keep goin' on? Since you've gone, my heart said something's wrong. I'm still blue over losin' you. What else am I gonna do?

No more parties in LA Please baby no more parties in LA, uh No more (Los Angeles) Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans And my sheets still orange from your spray tan It was more than soft porn for the K-man She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape

These bitches say they got love for their fans But they're fake and lie it's all a part of their plans The scene is plagued with fucking gimmicks and lies And you're a god damn fool if you trust a disguise. Hey kids, give me all your fucking money. Got a

Freak in you Room full of women and they notice me Now all they wanna listen to is Jodeci Is there a freak in you? Diamonds on my chest like a bishop And these lines right here ain't no kicker These lines right here gon' really really make you fuck These

Get your party right, it's a Friday night Lime on the rim of that dixie silver Smokin' up a faded out 4x4 I brought the songs and you brought the party Only one way to do it up right Everybody goes where eveybody knows That anything goes on a Friday