Haaaaw

Cut the lights down, drive-by, let's set the mood

Leave my reparations in the vestibule

Baby I'm a skyscraper sit up on my face, this the best of you

Where I'm from we say waddup doe, and do what it do

He say he want the paint to show you, you can do it too

It's always rare when I'm in a good mood

Probably cos my pockets got the new and the good blues

I know why they hating but I show em how to love

Girl relax when she ain't there, made a boss from a screw

I'm so glad a nigga put me up when I was on my nervеs

Made my shoes chew thе concrete till they ran out of gum

Say he gassing it up I'll show you how to move it

Sold art in there so I'm a good candidate to prove it

Me and mama went from the laundromats to still in school looking clueless

Pass for a needle, power for the pain to move through it

I had nothing so I gambled through everything and see through it

If I stopped right now, that'd be stupid

Lookin like little fatass baby with wings, she thought she seen Cupid

Shot that bitch, she a good junkie, she bout to pill through it

I'm off that shit I heard something, pop a nerd hear birds humming

Fuck with me you'll learn something, give her a job now she earn something

Seen this shit a million ways, touch so much paper knew I could touch someone

I see niggas on the block for days and days, they don't know nothing

You can give these niggas a plane ticket and they ain't wanna go nowhere

Antisocial when they land, they don't wan talk to no-one

What you gone do with your time, when your one come?

And I run up out that bitch like the bell run

My face in the dictionary, he want to sell some

Your face in the dictionary, you want to tell some

Fingers touch the Middle East, I'm bout to go mail some

Super fresh and clean but I read Daniel he smell some

I know you bitches smell the heat like summer time

See my mama down bad, almost made me cry

If I empty out my account would that make you fly? Would that make you soar?

Doing good and bad, but would that get me into heaven's door?

Or try and wait it out, I thought I'm doing fine

But every night then, karma hit me with the nevermind

Better pay your tithes, better call someone

I be going hard like I love someone

Take the leave of silence if them people come

No time to waste, on the paper like the beeper run

Cut up the flame, that's the ash, put the cedar on