I fucked up a valium... I been fuckin up.
You? That shit don't mean shit... "you, you you..." I been thru that shit... it's all about me now.
I'm the head. you're the tail...
Verse: Polyester Manhanttan. I've been consumated.
Tryna make it out the solid basement.
Solid bases, white winter full of Miles Davis.
Music Senatra and odd godly-changes.
I hate to break it to you, we ain't the same dude... My crew and I been eating crazy on this soul food.
We talking you?
that shit don't ever add up boii!
I hate to break it, but that shit is bad luck boy!
A young Roy, something pierced like Brosnen.
Logical enough to see that you are still the problem...
I feel impatient. I can't even break shit... Momma in the kitchen cooking soda whippin cases...
I caught a couple duffle bags feelin weightless... I'm on my cape shit,
Tryna see the jakes spin.
I thought "impressive" takin homage on'em Jason.
My momma's dagger gottem slippin... I feel the Mavs and Scotti Pippin...
When I get mad, I gotta get it.
Cuz if I don't, I get to trippin...
Twenty-Five, 7' sixes...
Twenty-Two, Two 11's... 1-on-1, True Religions...
you and I doin bidness.
Money talks, you should listen.
Listen, I'm nothin to mess with.
Jeans deep, Polyester....