Chorus: Runaway, run for your life he's returned... I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back [Carlos Coy] Still, my whole albums sell like crack Sleepin, with my heat in my pillow Blow indo out tha window, of my Limo Understand that you dealin wif a shootin star I really don't give a damn, who you are Competition, never heard of it But I hit permanent, did I murder it? The urban kid, learnin quick, about earnin grib Afermative Swearvin and burbin still cadillacin Got more 8 ball than a pool tournament Still pack tha mackin, still bout no rappin Drop like Geronimo, got porono-flow You are bit too young, but your mama know I'm pit-fisious, never fake-tisious In this, cause MC's so delicious... (Chorus x2) Like Mexican, get revenge [Carlos Coy] Never stop settin trends To tha level of excellence Still stackin dead presidents It's evident, I'm Texas sent Who plex get proper measurment No refery, sellin cheese Yes sir'y, rest in peace Enemies, Memories Set chemistry, I'm blessin fiends We the men of empty dreams Been that way for centuries My every, master piece Got family, tried jackin me Influenced by street tragedys Alotta fun that'll be... (Chorus x2) White postah, steak and lobster Craw fish, sausage, even austrage Sautay shrimp, five fif and sauces Why test one from tha crack monters? Crunshes of the world of lobstas Balas don't care, whatcha call us My nina ross does wonders with tha crossas Livin cautious, takin no loses All my whole office, got no accompliss Tha thought of bosses makes me nautious Promised mom this time it's honest Drop hit's and make lagidimate profits Knowledge from tha street college Imposter hate true Mobbstas 'cause we lost trust and we all bust... Reach for tha top, just watch tha copers (Chorus x2 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com