Lovely II

Fuck out my face I'm bout that paper chase Climbing up a mountain of loot You niggas couldn't walk a mile in my shoes Been laid back finding these loops I see the weed and sonics infuse I swear a week I blow a pound in this room You niggas need to work on ya craft Before your style gets old and won't last Then you'll be running to the fountain of youth My mama tell me I been the one, my girl tell me always go hard My heart say it in't a option a lose My mind saying you can not be confused My arms saying take a shot at these dudes My modest side keep it calm and stay cool Cold as the brisk night breeze in Antarctica do Cold as this swift Lo hat and this Nautica groove Sitting in cuts smoking up like a cauterized wound Kicking my shit, steal your shine like I borrowed your jewels Bitch and your whip for the day and tomorrow you doomed Shorty with me and the cars with the crew Guess this part ain't for you I been pushing since the pampers and pudding When porn was all over TV and MTV had it cooking I had the walkman walking New York Ave Used to steal CDs from my dad, who wouldv'e thought I wanted to rap My mother threw my rhyme book out was I was only 16 That's how I learned to freestyle one, shit mean Ever since been rolling the green The streets been overloading with greed I swear I'm happy no one notices me Fuck out my face I'm bout that paper chase Running out the souls of my feet, nigga