Prospect Park West

(Ohh) Yo, yo, aham, yo Flying down the Park West SplitHands at my chest Long dope he looks like Shenlong I chase some money I can spend on in bice all the bars Losing on that courses, blacking till I horse on a corpses Laying in the Mase Li, I am Enlisted to franchise The key that holds the progress you said is a proper rob I smell I need some of rise on time, celebrating the rhyme Bitch sit on the wine, most of the time they do "man" Left to know the instructions and how I gettin' I got a million of friends But I don't trust on two, three, five of them I really speaking confidence Specially some kind of money I proper live with Cause niggas do all kind of shit That's how they do the devian in the city The same million history's Most of them sad and boring How you I trying the live as never One thing, I want to see what it brings And to not trust in thing I'm trying to smoke my dope and let my angels sit With the days I have, I just have a sistel On the days a have, niggas have a skin meals That's the days I have, I can see what's real On the days I have you can see what you can fell, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah) With the days I have, I just have a sistel On the days a have, niggas have a skin meals That's the days I have, I can see what's real On the days I have you can see what you can fell, nigga