Lyrics

It's been a cold winter, that means heat for a real sinner Who wanna live like a bread winner I fly low like a blind bird They say, on the way to Heaven man you chauffered I think I wear the white Cashmere coast, if it's twenty below I only live eight miles from the city of dope I sport that Perry Ellis, girl you should hang when the God wear it You get the smell like you in Paris I see numbers like I'm playin Bingo I like to mingle with the safety single I turn ya mind into a straight casino I'm not a Witness like Jehova Get the kush or get the doja Cut the optimo, God-jah rool it over Yeah we coppin blow its to and fro recop With stacks of cash from sittin there in deep thoughts Trippin off all the time wasted on restops Nickel-n-dimin while rhymin on the beatbox Everything happen for a reason Shrook while it's hot, like a cook I reheat it All day Bay Bridge it, get it how I live it It's one mo' day closer to this next digit Can't stop now I'ma mash for the rashion Whether its open casket, or you burn my ashes Knowin I'm long lastin, this life is real And I'ma live it fast with no time to kill I give a toast to the rhyme wave It's the religion to the crime wave You get your hustle on in five days It's like, Wonderbread so fresh It got freaks lookin for the style on Mapquest I spin a Charlotte's Web, a silk screen, an interior design I like to watch a nickel turn into a dime, in primetime Rap cats see the seventh sign Spit the game to your heart, soul, and ya mind It was "Crackin Like Pastachios" Like Robert Repper this and natural, in the fast lane is faster ho I pop up like a pop quiz The ghetto still full of rocks kid You'll get knocked out ya socks kid About four to five blocks kid The homies poppin at you knot kid I stand still like a statue But at the same time run with a pack too I whip a lasso, run through a castle Money on the dash yo, in NYC jumpin in the cab yo I fly low like a blind bird They say in Heaven man you chauffered, if you proffered It's like I'm beneath the underdog really live long When painted such a beautiful song A cold game, and everything's a dollar sign And we focus straight ahead that's the bottom line This is my statement, no verse to hatred It's Bay love the area I was raised in Leavin us all laced with, instincts imposed React to nsync, inhale endo Make it go pop everything else second Stretch out the clock I'ma live out every second See my momma cry everytime that she stressin Messed with my mind can't understand the message Time is of the essence, nothin I could fall for Ain't too long 'til I could really say I'm all yours I'm gon change, play it off with a giggle Until then I still split it down the miidle, this is how we livin Eight miles from the city of dope
Writer(s): Andre Adams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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