I see you with it, I'm with it, my nigga, let's get it This bankroll got hundreds and fifties All too familiar, admit it, I'm truly committed My palms consistently itching Served out the kitchen, relentless, we chasing these Benjis Back to back Maybachs

I'm boss with it, authentic, all y'all frauds better Quit with the trash talk before you get tossed in it Y'all tripping, bar ripping, y'all sipping too much, right to the palms dripping Lost in it, thoughts different, you don't want no drama? Then don't

Palms are fitted black and finely tuned He won't come down To triggers that cause bodies that tremble But this mud looks shallow from the beach When we hide behind such ugly faces And the dark eyed woman lifts her head "Why do we hide behind such ugly

Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Hello me, meet the real me And my misfit's way of life

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas The sun is shining, the grass is green The orange and palm trees sway There's never been such a day In Beverly Hills, L.A. But it's December the twenty-fourth And I'm longing to be up north Just like the ones I used to

We are anything When I return I dream of another life Failure transparent in the palm of my hand I am the contortionist We are the contortionists I can feel this distance is further and farther without you Contorting to fit somewhere I do not belong

Oh-oh-oh ay Hey, baby, this is who I am I shouldn't have to say it for you to understand 'Cause you already got me in the palm of your hand Just wait a couple lifetimes and ask me again No I do oh-oh ay Hello, is this thing on?

It's coming, brace myself A notion of what's to be, there's no escape Drifting alone upon the dragon ship Eerily still, no winds that tear or whip Silence deafens, the sea is mirror calm Blood runs like the water from my palm I'm standing by myself

Money in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Niggas been countin' me out I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how

You made me Everything that I am You called me names 'till I became a name Now that's all that I understand Now the joke's on you 'cause the whole damn world's at the palm of the fool's hand Now the fool's got to choose And the joker's in the smoker with