Well, now it getting, Late on into the evening and I feel like, like blowing my home. When I woke up this morning all I, I had was gone. Now it getting, Late on into the evening, man now, I feel like, like blowing my home. Well now, woke up this morning,

A igloo full of snow and a white stove House full of naked hoes snortin' blow It's so lonely at the top, plus its real cold A house full of hoes and they cookin' blow I'm in Zone 6 a.k.a. the North Pole Middle of the winter I pull up in a vert It's the

I'm living' the life (whooo!) Without the life (god damn) Gotta make it today to live up on the stage (hey) So I'm blowing it up like a high school game I know my place is on this road, my sad story Reflect on all the things that fell behind, can't be

Blowing every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe Someone's got it in for me They're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick But when they will I can only

But I didn't go yet This shit is crazy It's one of those things man You gotta experience to know what I'm talkin' about It's where the goin' get rough

Can I get my thrills (If I got it I'ma' give it to you) You know you want some mo girl, So come on Let's get blown Lookin' at the ladies All of them fly

Money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know Blowin dro, 24s, that's how all my niggas roll In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been drank, and I've been smoke Flying

Some like this and some like that And some don't know where it's at If you don't get loose, If you don't groove Well, your motor won't make it And your motor won't move Easy come, easy go Any way the wind blows If time don't tell you then don't ask me

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin We burn shit down, blow torch scorching Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin Slaughterhouse! Bussa Buss! Somebody

I know the streets will shed tears for me (They love me, dawg) When the cold wind blows in the heart of the city and I'm gone When my story is over and my song is done All I get is mother fuckin' love in these streets To most of these tricks I'm a mother