I shine right 'cause I grind, bitch hated on mine My heart's in it, I'm authentic, it's clear to see it's my time (These bitches don't want none) I got twenty racks on my new jeans I got ten more in my blue jeans I walk in then I turn up Pimp tight liked

Southside on the track, yeah Take it out the bank, go put it up Got my main hoe, put her up Straight off the lot, go put it up My last two foreigns pulled up Straight out the bank, go put it up Everybody in the hood gon' pull up

I don't know what to tell you, I'm not a fortune teller I never know how the future will go I'll never change, but I want you to stay It doesn't mean I'm afraid of all the things that you say But I just think we should stay stuck in the moment today And

Yeah, playin' with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah) I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah) I fuck with lil' shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah) Push start, big foreign (Big foreign) In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40) Stuffed a M inside a Goyard

I'd give it all up baby I'm falling (yeah) Trade in the world to show, I'm falling, Don't need the fame or money As long as I got you girl Oh oh oh yeah yeah Take that chance on love (yeah yeah) Now I can't predict what the future holds But I'll fight

There's gonna be no future If we don't figure this out (Come onto mama, come on, mama) Come to mama Tell me who hurt ya Oh, come tomorrow Who are you gonna follow? The only prisons that exist are ones we put each other in Why do we gotta tell each other

Nothingman... (2x) Nothingman... Isn't it something? Once divided...nothing left to subtract... Some words when spoken...can't be taken back... Walks on his own...with thoughts he can't help thinking... Future's above...but in the past he's slow and

Now they say home is where the hate is Pulling up, “Hi, haters!” I know, I’ve been on a hiatus Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by Las Vegas Ain’t it ironic before I was twenty one I put my future on the table and I won See they told me, “Life’s

No one gets to their heaven without a fight What should have been our armor A refuge for the coming night A future of eternal light The snakes and arrows a child is heir to Are enough to leave a thousand cuts We build our defenses, a place of safety And

Cold turkey has got me on the run Temperature's rising Fever is high Can't see no future Can't see no sky My feet are so heavy So is my head I wish I was a baby I wish I was dead