Song title :
bout' around 60mg's in my system
I'm usually stayin' clean but tonight I didn't
Make mean rhymes you wish you was livin'
As dreams dangle in yo eye's but you don't get it
Forget it , I own the mic like Jay to the knicks
Ride up on yo as* at night like fuc!ing crips
We take all em in sight who wanna try to diss
By the fuc!ing night we appear like gitfts
Right from the bottom of yo nose
Damn right I drop it like my womans clothes
My style's marvelous so think about ya know
Wild and heartless I leave b!tches owned
rl fuc!ed up backseat of an old car
I didn't try to she just made it happen..
Wonder why but it's clear with me she always laughin'
Fear me cause I got all the damn bread basket