Joy

My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)

Good morning

Without you here, my joy seems cruel

Yeah

Magnum opus, ****, we the elite

She ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gang

Took the crumbs and I made me a feast

You want a piece? ****, bon appétit

Time to fuck up the streets

Blowing big, Mr. Fuck The Police

Dead presidents, forgot to impeach, gang

Snatch crumbs out the mouth of the beast

Here's a piece, all my **** eat

Time to fuck up the streets

They wanna stick me for my paper, no Biggie

Death row '94, I brought the hammer wit' me

This rap shit done went soft on ****

You know the rest, LAX, take off on ****

I'm talking lolos, a couple of cholos, la vida loco

Facts in a chokehold, hey Siri, we need some more hoes

I know you hear me, in ya theory, we gon' poke holes

Two middle fingers in the air, yeah, that's the logo

Come have a seat wit' us, keep discreet figures

Road to the riches, bitches at the Staples Center hitting switches

Celebrate my **** Kobe like JFK

And turn this shit into a fucking Billie Holiday

No more TED Talk, let the bread talk

OG loud, ****, Kid Rock, city in a headlock

Birthdays was the worst days, now we sip Gin and Juice when we thirsty

Yeah, you on the clock, tick-tock, ****, kick rocks

With the position you're in, I'd be pissed off

My clip cough, 3-2-1, lift off

She paid for the ass, I wonder how much the lips cost

I bet a blank check will dry up all them tears

Black Moses, give me my roses while I'm here wit' ya

They say a artist paint till ain't nothing left

That's what the fuck I call a brush wit' death, what you expect, cuh?

Magnum opus, ****, we the elite

She ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gang

Took the crumbs and I made me a feast

You want a piece? ****, bon appétit

Time to fuck up the streets

Blowing big, Mr. Fuck The Police

Dead presidents, forgot to impeach, gang

Snatch crumbs out the mouth of the beast

Here's a piece, all my **** eat

Time to fuck up the streets

My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)

Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel)

My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few)

Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel)

When you left, you took part of me

What can I do?