Then get down Reach for the sky Then go ahead and kiss the ground This is a robbery now get down on the floor We’re here for all the shit that you don’t need no more (yeah) Get ‘em get ‘em up We want your cash open the safe get off the phone

On my not so straight and narrow path Waitin' at a stop light yesterday As a funeral procession made its way through the gates Watched it roll up a winding road Through a field of green With white headstones All in a row And it made me think about where

They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary My eyes

Tell me how this story ends The red lights mean you're leaving The white one's mean returning And I'll keep them fires burning The headlights look like diamonds The taillights burn like coals Before the fires go cold The countryside's deserted There's no

Always knowing we're the ones you can stand beside Sometimes in life we gotta fight Looking for the truth in wrong and the black in white You can't divide, you can't divide We're the ones you can't divide, ones you can't divide Nothing that makes you

But right now I'm on this lake shore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite Yeah, I'm gonna miss her And I love to fish

Squalor Victoria Raise our heavenly glasses to the heavens Underline everything I'm a professional in my beloved white shirt I'm going down among the saints Out of my league, I have birds in my sleeves And I wanna rush in with the fools 3:30 in the last

I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick, to stop me from that

Let it go, let it go Let the storm rage on The cold never bothered me anyway The snow glows white on the mountain tonight Not a footprint to be seen A kingdom of isolation And it looks like I'm the queen The wind is howling like this swirling storm