[Intro]

Yea, Half-A-Mill, uh huh, East West North South

It's one of 'em days man

Just feel like breaking out and shit you'no'I'mean?

Fuck the ki's, fuck the coke, fuck the hoes

(Word son), you gotta take some hoes wit you

(Thats true, thats true) know'am'sayin'

You might end up in Paris and shit

Aruba, Rio, you know that real willy shit

[Verse 1]

Yo they ask me -- How I got so hard?

I rock Wallabees from stomping yard

Eat Ital food Selassie I god

Drink herb tea Sarsaparilla

Half-A-Milla, take you on rap adventure

Be cautious how you spit my rhymes

They might crack your dentures

My rap is ill as the Donald Goines literature

Sinister, menace, far from the minister

In this to win this

Swallow bottles of Guinness down in Venice

Smoke a pound of that spinach, until the ground is spinning

Walk around in linen, green lizard slithering

No beginning nor ending, no make believe no pretending

Dunn I vacate suite and blaze 'em in the street

Executive thug my salary is steep, I carry the heat

Remove the gravity from your feet

Your cavity creep, I hang you high and bury you deep

Forever you sleep, I chop the head off for the week

And sail off on a yacht and get lost for several weeks

Batman move in silence that's why I never speak

Forever is deep

[Chorus] x2

Shit is deep shit is real

Sometimes I just wanna get away

Fly to an Island and chill

Shit is deep shit is real

Sometimes I wanna put down the steel

And say mothafuck them dollar bills

[Verse 2]

Eating mangos with my main hoes

Went from bank rolls to bank loads

Scraping the globe in a stank rose

Stepping out the shower in a mink robe

Flour like Duncan Hines

Come for mine and I'm bucking the nines

Sometimes I wanna just leave this life behind

Take a vacation that's right for the mind

Relax my muscle's, relax from the hustle

Miles away from cats that wanna bust you

Miles away from the struggle, that's what it be

Weather like 100 degrees

Pineapple juice under the trees

Purple haze wrapped in the leaves

From massages by them Caribbean Queens, nah'mean?

Pretty thug theme, clear blue water like I'm Marine

Watching videos on an 80 inch sub-screen

Touch CREAM

Its like every thug's dream, nothing in between

[Chorus] x2

[Verse 3]

Sipping on Dom, watching chicks strip to their thongs

Skinny dipping with the women, cuz my Benjamin's long

Swimming with swans, hit my cell won't get no response

Two way me I won't reply, what the fuck ya niggas want?

I took a vacation from Manhattan, Brooklyn and the Bronx

Got my mind right, clear some thoughts

For years holding fort, no remorse

No love for you haters, dunn we floss

You know what it cost, smoking opium in the Porsche

Paying cat just to drive you around and open the doors

I was suppose to score like R. Kelly, I can soar

I believe I can fly, without the henny or lye

Bling like it ain't a thing, wings on the 850i

Vehicle king, layed back in Rio and things

And I ain't worried about 'em kilos or c-note that the streets hold

Game is to be sold, not to be told

I'm slicker then Wallabee slippers from poverty to pro, yo

[Chorus] x2

[Outro]

Ya heard? yea, uh huh East West North South

Yea, Half-A-Mill-ion, DJ Ali the Don