now i puff up on this urkle
like it kills me to be sober
i cant think of it as over
my obsession, im a smoker
time to losen up my vibe
so my flow can steady rhyme
and you simples go and try
fail and then cry asks yourselves why?
cuz im fly!
let me tell u this much
my flow and my poetry glow
will float ourselves up to the sun
or at least just go far
i always dreampt of living large
still my life ive had to settle
hush down and you look better
always in the ghetto
but never too involved,
kept my distance from the violence
just observed all that i saw
kept my mind at awe
listening to stories,
all them allegories
and the testimonies
damn good times with all my homies
but thats a different story
get sidetracked cuz im girly
sometimes could get a bit flirty
but i tend to be reserved,
like i say it never hurts
and sometimes you just gotta say *** it
just bust it
turn around, dont make a sound
back to business must resists its all the plan
take a stand against the greatest
or take this... back to the kitchen!
and bake me some biscuits its almost Christmas
dont you forget now the mortgage and debt
*** all the bling
the makeup and things
im not a baller
and i cant holler but one day my dollar
will be paid in 3 digit bills
ambition and skills
and if u got time to kill
... well thats a different story ...