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  • Man, a new
    Rolls Royce hit the
    Popeyes drive-thru
    I had to tell my driver
    I'll guide you
    See my life thru a
    BlackBerry
    Some people like that
    But I think its kinda scary
    I'm somethin like a sailboat baby jus tryna sail away
    And you can tell
    I'm never comin back after today
    I bundle up for the night air
    Even though its cold and dark yo i still wear white
    Nike AirsI cop like 4 pairs
    It reminds me of
    Michigan and
    Antwan Jobear
    I hit the night like
    I'm el presidentay
    Don't wanna be up in the kizer perementay yo
    And I rush outta town like
    Picasso I rap pain
    A perfect picture yo
    Then I come right back
    Then I embrace my criminal mind, a criminal kind
    Heres your chance if you see a criminal shine
    Cuz my style is real '
    Pac yo with the
    Pun setA lotta
    Tuxedos before
    I gotta jet
    I like breakfast in the nighttime
    MGA made a clock man its fight time
    Man this the life of a blind genius
    And even though
    I can see let me tell you what
    I mean isI'm so blind by material things
    Yeah sometimes
    I dont see whats in front of me mane
    Yeah ya heard right
    I hit the night life
    And shake the whole scene up like a pair of dice
    I tell the bartender thats too much ice
    And she overchargin on the hennessy price
    I dont freestyle
    I dont free lance
    I said paced out
    I say pay fast
    I know homies that passed in the weight class
    But it was pushin weight that they all passed at
    And when i gamble dont catch me on a bad day
    Like when the warriors had just lost the other day
    You send me to a preacher
    I confessYou said its all good
    I said lets bet
    I think of
    Khan at the crack of dawn
    And then I hit my closet for a new sean
    JohnIm in the middle of a premier pack
    I put vocals in the burgandy 'lac
    Yo my perm is like jet black
    Man its the life of a blind soul
    Its like a hustla tryna sell you fake gold
    Or like a married man who aint never faithful
    Or talk down on a ?? when he break hos(CHORUS)
    I hit my court date smellin like straight ****
    Plus I had a fat knot in my blue jeans
    You might have to pray for me when
    I hit Vegas because my mind is wrapped up in the latest and the greatest
    My afrodesiach is the payest
    Never to play us or delay us
    And everyone that know me homie know
    I gotta shopping fetish
    If you think
    Im buyin you somethin you best forget it
    Backwards like benjamin button
    Or superbad somethin like
    McLovinHotter than the oven
    Baby that boils the crack
    And When it comes to rap
    I'm like a spoiled brat
    And you can catch me some days, hair oiled back
    And countin on somethin thats a royal stack
    At the tuxedo party in royal black
    They had barbeque
    I said foil that(CHORUS)
  • Man, a new
    Rolls Royce hit the
    Popeyes drive-thru
    I had to tell my driver
    I'll guide you
    See my life thru a
    BlackBerry
    Some people like that
    But I think its kinda scary
    I'm somethin like a sailboat baby jus tryna sail away
    And you can tell
    I'm never comin back after today
    I bundle up for the night air
    Even though its cold and dark yo i still wear white
    Nike AirsI cop like 4 pairs
    It reminds me of
    Michigan and
    Antwan Jobear
    I hit the night like
    I'm el presidentay
    Don't wanna be up in the kizer perementay yo
    And I rush outta town like
    Picasso I rap pain
    A perfect picture yo
    Then I come right back
    Then I embrace my criminal mind, a criminal kind
    Heres your chance if you see a criminal shine
    Cuz my style is real '
    Pac yo with the
    Pun setA lotta
    Tuxedos before
    I gotta jet
    I like breakfast in the nighttime
    MGA made a clock man its fight time
    Man this the life of a blind genius
    And even though
    I can see let me tell you what
    I mean isI'm so blind by material things
    Yeah sometimes
    I dont see whats in front of me mane
    Yeah ya heard right
    I hit the night life
    And shake the whole scene up like a pair of dice
    I tell the bartender thats too much ice
    And she overchargin on the hennessy price
    I dont freestyle
    I dont free lance
    I said paced out
    I say pay fast
    I know homies that passed in the weight class
    But it was pushin weight that they all passed at
    And when i gamble dont catch me on a bad day
    Like when the warriors had just lost the other day
    You send me to a preacher
    I confessYou said its all good
    I said lets bet
    I think of
    Khan at the crack of dawn
    And then I hit my closet for a new sean
    JohnIm in the middle of a premier pack
    I put vocals in the burgandy 'lac
    Yo my perm is like jet black
    Man its the life of a blind soul
    Its like a hustla tryna sell you fake gold
    Or like a married man who aint never faithful
    Or talk down on a ?? when he break hos(CHORUS)
    I hit my court date smellin like straight ****
    Plus I had a fat knot in my blue jeans
    You might have to pray for me when
    I hit Vegas because my mind is wrapped up in the latest and the greatest
    My afrodesiach is the payest
    Never to play us or delay us
    And everyone that know me homie know
    I gotta shopping fetish
    If you think
    Im buyin you somethin you best forget it
    Backwards like benjamin button
    Or superbad somethin like
    McLovinHotter than the oven
    Baby that boils the crack
    And When it comes to rap
    I'm like a spoiled brat
    And you can catch me some days, hair oiled back
    And countin on somethin thats a royal stack
    At the tuxedo party in royal black
    They had barbeque
    I said foil that(CHORUS)