It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled I don't want the truth I wanna feel fucking cool Once in a while but between me and you Lip service radio, don't touch the dial Man, I love this rap

O me o my I can't explain She might just be my everything Do you think I'm being foolish if I don't rush in? I'm scared to death that she might be it That the love is real, that the shoe might fit She might just be my everything and beyond (beyond) Space

Put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that Call

I'm just a backwoods Barbie, too much makeup, too much hair. Don't be fooled by thinkin' that the goods are not all there. I grew up poor and ragged, just a simple country girl. I wanted to be pretty more than anything in the world, Like Barbie or the

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Could it be you calling me down? My foolish heart turns at the stars All that I am is all that you see You don't need nobody else, and you're putting this all on me, forgive me Something that I should know All the things that you went through, girl I

I'm coolin' but I'm booted I got thirty in my tooly I'm so smooth, don't need no lubricant Kodak making movies My lil homie he a foolie I be sticking, I be moving I'm the youngest nigga to do this shit You a lame, want to screw me You a lame that want to

Can't keep up with the pace, nigga Get the fuck up out the race, nigga Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow Pump your brakes, go slow Just like my shawty, she like it slow Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before Don't let 'em fool you, they blowing

We're gonna make it REPEAT CHORUS We'll make it Been fighting for so long don't know which way up is Been stuck and ripped and burnt till it feels like nothin' Our time will come and when it's over and it's done Those fools are gonna know that we ain't

I go broke rob fools for their jewelry Stick yo hand up like you guilty Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be So don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me So don't come to LA Don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me I don't give a fuck who you