Quarter million dollars all on my skin Tote this F&N like I got license Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in Yeah, cook that shit up Quay Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks

Get my Maybach washed at the studio I'm passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb' like Coolio Multi-million, now I'm hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone up, I'm in the

And I tell my friend to tell them that I'm not at home While I'm at the studio building new song But they're not the same age as I am So school girl'. Hello? Hello I hear school girl callin', Callin' me on my phone I tell flavor tell them gyptian ain't

One love, one love, one thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute I'm hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute, dressed in

How does it feel, how does it feel? Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone To be on your own, with no direction home Once upon a time you dressed so fine Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People call say 'beware doll, you're bound

Who do you think you are? Runnin' 'round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul And tearing love apart And now you want me one more time So don't come back for me Don't come back for me

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you I wanna smoke with you I'm coming to get you Girl you know I gotta hit you like It's a, it’s a vibe All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now

I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day I'm the man that rolls, when icicles is hangin' on the tree I'm a steady rollin' man, hmm hmm, I roll both night and day But I haven't got no sweet woman, hmm mmm , boys, to be rollin' this-a way And

Comfortable here I feel comfortable here Yo, I'm comfortable doing work in the studio I'm comfortable giving fans an unruly show Even if I gotta take a voyage like Coolio To rocket I'm with it but outside that shit is bootyhole No interviews with Tech