[ Featuring RUBY ]
My hat
Ass backwards
Flat brim
2000's
Walk around the park
Air maxes
Under armour the fit
Straight classics
I was still a kid but the agenda still active
Make my way back with pockets packin
Main prerogative to catch motherf*ckers lackin
I adeptly play the fool in fact
No cappin
No
I do not care if the devil was part of the every day gambit
No
I do not care if they catch me and paint me a martyr red handed
No
I admit I was born good but then I turned into a bandit
No
Take everything that you own and suddenly vanish
Ghosts are ghosts
Dust to dust
Gold to palm
Ponzi pays me due respect and I accept it all
Young and precocious fiendin hard for a round of applause
Major stunts just to prove innocence was just a flaw
My head bursting with dreams and shades
Nightmares in the shadows play with the light waves
In and out of phase
The craze maniacal calculated
Left me in a daze
Dreaming was the feeling I had when I was wide awake
How, much, is, enough, for me, to have, enough, to love
How, much, is, enough, for me, to have, enough, to love
How much do I gotta take to rid myself of these bitter tastes
How much money will it really take to make the world a better place
Money doesn't satisfy my pocket hungry like a face
Hungry mouth to feed, didn't ask for hunger in the first place
God will tell you hunger is a gift, make you eat it at his feet
Demons inside me say turn the rich to mince meat
Chop and screw like Hannibal as I butcher and bleed on the beat
Chop and screw like Bob the Builder as I construct the guillotine
Take my own head off if it offers me any relief
Take my own top off if it helps me blow out all the steam
Take the lid of the canister loose the tear gas and deep breathe
Rubber bullets to my side
While stray batons knock the knees
