It took all the man in me To be the dog you wanted me to be Yeah let him feast my heart is big My heart is big, my blood will slide Head in the sand, feet in the clay And time is still like grease it slips Yes shall we take a spin again in business This

The New York Times (Extra, extra, read all about it) They say you can win anywhere if you can win here And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here Hustle hard, yeah it really ain't a game mane Same places, different faces, on the train mane New

Round, round, round, round, round, round, round, round Round, round, round, round I don't really wanna run around, yeah Time is going slow and I don't mind, yeah Tell me if you know I'm really found, yeah I don't really wanna run around Saying all the

No hearts, no love no kumbaya yeah When you put the work in man it shows Straight up out the ashes then I rose I done hit a all time low Been at a stand-still and had to go go go Man they out here on a scheme like la-la-la Breaking promises you need like

Then it comes to be, yeah Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel Is just a freight train coming your way Is just the freight train coming your way And it feels right this time On this crash course we're in the big time Pay

It's all about tonight Good times and the music and laughing and grooving to the band Everybody's getting right No worries, we're rocking all kinds of concoctions in our hands Yeah tomorrow can wait 'til tomorrow Don't bother telling me what I got coming

Way down we go And way down we go Say way down we go Father tell me, we get what we deserve Oh we get what we deserve You let your feet run wild Time has come as we all oh, go down Yeah but for the fall oh, my Do you dare to look him right in the eyes?

Yeah-eah-eah-eah And I say yeah-eah They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest They got their hands at my neck this time But you're the one that I want, if that's really so wrong Then they don't know what this feeling is like I'll tell

I'm about my issue babe Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da And you can tell by my name, yeah Whatever stands in my way, yeah Every time I take, penitentiary chance all I take God with me I'ma find my way Nigga they ain't even fuck around

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew Yes any time you want to All this money got my mind gone Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music This that Ace of Spade, Belair, let's toast music Nigga let's