trust in me like you do ya damn dolla
See me on the street give ya boi a holla
I got that kush thats bushy
I got ya head somethin like a slushie
Jus without the ice, cant afford that yet
but you can bet
that one day you will see me in my very own jet
I ride the streets of flo town during the night
But by daylight C-town im outta sight
stay on the low, cant keep pushin this dank
I wish I was on the flo with Gmoney and big bank
but for now i sit in the back row gaurdin the back door
Using Sony's Acid music studio droppin new tracks to the floor
they ask for more, but nightshift is a bore
I gotta make it last, Im takin curves too fast
keepin too much on my shoulders,
too quick to burn up my stash
It weighs down like a boulder
my heart is gettin colder
hey me and decado was playin grand theft auto
think it was tues night, nobody showed though
kinda thought somebody should
Decado passed out quick, new he would
but it will be aight, yall hit me on the low
I jus got back from runnin to tha store
score, got bout four
but now im headed back for a few more
put em in tha wind, I will tell you when Im finished
the oceans full of fishes, im creepin like denace the menace
i was supposed to go to the dentist
I had an appointment at 8.
Mom got pissed and wanted to debate
I had to say no, its been a long ass day
Id rather sit on my laptop rotten rhyme and play
I love my home dawgs, Im sorry that all dont feel the same
smart ass comments when I jus happen to say
that man i take a bullet to the shoulder b4 u caught 1 in the brain
Its kinda hard to explain, but its a different kinda pain
dissed by kin, gotta beleive that shit stings
man i remember doin front flips off the top of the ring
shit dont change, cant call ya boy up for nothin
but its ok, I thank the few that aint frontin
have had my fuckin back since day one
I lost a homie that squeezed AKs for fun
IM ANOTHER PART OF HIS CLICK , what up man my name skip?
fuck it, I cry, smoke up and bust nines to the sky
I cant wait till the bliss when i get to see my boy chris
sittin in his livin room watchin south park
poppin somas and we kept that bowl sparked
burnin down around the fuckin cars
back in those woods, but only if it was dark
We held it down, jus like errbody else that used to claim wicked clown
drinkin that crown, pounds and pounds of bobby brown
I rep C-town but Killen has a peice of my heart
I dont care what you think, I told you this from the start.
You can cuss, bitch, and whine as much as you can handle
but jus like you Im gon be here at the end of this scandal
you spendin too much time away from the studio
that shit was fast, gettin hongry, dont let it stink like da booty ho
Im sorry if you dont feel the same, but i gotta get this shit off my brain
Find ya favorite rappers poster, replace it with me in a frame
I lean like a guy in the background of a TI video
Im mean and sly cause underground outta sight on the radio
nobody plays shit like this, can kick it so hard make ya miss
when you start to diss, I go down my list
the cell phone rings we headed to courthouse
going downtown cause somebody ran their mouth
I wasnt me you know what im about,
Bangin, bangin and slangin in tha dirty south
Magnum XXL keepin it loud
now im cheezin cause i know i didnt pull out
fuck this jailtime bullshit I got other shit to worry bout
I know he jus reup but soon he gone b out
Im headed back to C-town you cant stop me from gettin home
all I gotta do is pick up the phone.
But instead I stay alone and duck and dodge all the drauma
Id rather kick it at home and talk on the phone to ya mamma
oops my bad lil off the subject, but she hasnt seen it yet
you can bet, I will rep till i meet a fucker named death
Yall help me out im fallin faster than i can explain
i think the meds are wearing off on the complication of my mind frame
I love my juggalos more than any and all the hos
they my bros, they dont know,
when a few more of us drop it will start to show
but then it will be too late
too late to drop a track and let it bake
All it would have taken is a fuckin hand shake
lookin at a juggalo, mottherfuckers thinkin im fake
The only reason's in my jeans the reason girls scream
and you hate the way I flow an make em cream
They see me in their dreams
an alien abduction with a luminous beam
Im here for no other reason than to die
so if somebody can look up at the sky
and tell me just why
and what I should do and accompish b4 I fly
I would provide and protect and raise a family of course
I had it in my hands but she wanted a divorce
Im constantly lookin for friends
but my schedule puts that to many many disturbing ends
I gotta thank alot of people for the fact im not locked up
I promise I hit it big yall gonna have stocks and stuff
I refuse to leave anybody behind
And if you dont wanna trust me i hope you will find
the way back to your world cause now your in mine
I will let you go now and get back to your myspace blogs
Im glad somethin like this is here jus because.
*myrick
