调：A minor•
Verse 1
Am
prime,
and it's bout my time to shine
In my prime,
know you hate on all my rhymes
Verse 2
I'm professing my reason for rhyme
And pursueded the bigger picture
With the states and lace
Homicide when I ride
Watch me glide like glide
When from cracks to dats man
That's why the ride sprayed
a ga- gangsta
A- stacking change
Ain't no beefing with
the No- a- North
Ain't no pl- a- plex
sitting on top of Yokohama
I sing to a song- a, paid for it you a loner
Verse 3
Am
Am
To see the hustling nickels and dimes
I had to keep a cool mind frame
G
tasizing
FED's calling my name
Just think that I would wanna be rich
And still loving this shit
The game bout to get bent for chedda
Trend setter
While FED's be all up in your name
For this kilo of caine
Trey D's the nigga that's tatted and all
With this mic in my palm
To shoot off in they face like cum
And your girl time to bond
But the K is gonna track you down
Interlude 1
Am
Verse 4
Cause everyday I shine like the sun
With a pistol in my palm
We some wig splitters
Dumping bullets up in your liver
Ain't no time for plex
Me and that Young collect checks
and better respect
Z- Ro the po', coming through the do'
From the 44 to Ridgemont 4
Tears and sweat
Collecting my feddy
It's so lovely
You can't touch me
I'm feeling my riches
ain't too big
Outro 1
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