I'm gettin' hella mail jail, niggas tellin' me to kill it When they get out bring them 'round some bitches Shinobi, how I it, "American Ninja" major motion picture Flippin' my remote, same way I do them
But she already know before she touch my Chevy Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my No square shall in the circle of winners I'm prepared for whatever, if you know what I been through
Rear-view, clear vision, memories of dues to a runway, thunderstorms came through But what it came to, somethin' that amazes you as you quit hatin' and hear what I gotta say to you
Baby blue, D's, White 11, '96 No retro card came this Same year, my Impala with the shift Four suicide, muscle car, chauffeured
Shawty chocolate, Russel Stover Brung wit' her whenever I invite her over Polo sweater, Teddy hangin' off her shoulder No care over so we put it in the air
Walkin' 'round my house, say she fuck everywhere That's cool, baby, but I just got pool table We ain't stay away from it, it's all good If you wanna get under it then I guess I can with it
Before I got on this beat, it made out a list And these boys, I granted this death Legendary lay-up Jordan with the right-left Hang time, hand glide, stir fried, chanky-eyed,
rain, drizzle frame, I ride '87 Corvette ZR1 to the softened Put 'em in the trunk bitch, all up She been drinkin' the pump, that's all bad
Tryin' to pass, fucked and crashed Bitches all flip, fools tryin' to it last Emotional luggage, of it, I don't check bags I just carry on, leave bullshit in the past
Rose, Sean Don, O.J. in my glass Mimosa, Testarossa program, bow curriculum Doors open like a swingin' my jet set emblems
Foolish, the serve Wimbledon, interior cinnamon The car I'm sittin' in, calm my bad nerves I call her my Ritalin, just Not pillin', just element
the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin' Not pillin', element twistin' the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin' From the herb come the and the wind I'm livin', yeah