I play my piano for crowds big and small I'm 40 years old and I've seen it all Three minutes away from my name up in lights But I'm singing my heart
to take so I Kept my mind fried Slept for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes Then I woke up behind Thinking either I load up these nines Or blow up
getting to much face time Back to fucking project bitches now I hate dimes All they want is money, my nigga, I can't waste mine I sun niggas like it
is stronger then you think And though we all fly we still come home Guilt is a dark room i can not live there And i dont believe it sings any louder
a country that was sponsoring bombs dropped on our children I was watching the Towers, and though I wasn't the closest I saw them crumble to the Earth
watchin' I got the hood on smash, homey And though I'm ballin? full throttle, I'll never run outta gas, homey I'm so fly as the days go by I'm better
you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high Seats way back in the Maybach I ride Through the streets of the Westside, I
will you fly with me and I couldn't love another. Now ask me what I believe... I'm lost in your chaos... Here comes the flood Let it all in. Can you
I can't stand that sap [Amos Hart] And i believed that cheap little tramp. She's too smart on me, huh? And i protected her... I'm on the garage with
still hood. And i got my shawty next to me she's so fly. Anytime im ready to roll she gon ride. She got the best of me i can't lie. Anything my shawty
Data bank - I feel like I wanna put you in my data bank. Data bank - I feel like I wanna put you in my data bank. If you got the love, I've got the time
and I'll drop a dime on you Every fly girl wants a real fly guy If you believe it baby, let's go bye-bye, this is serious Data bank I'm feelin' like I
you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high Seats way back in the Maybach I ride Through the streets of the westside, I
to take so I Kept my mind fry Slimmed for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes Then I woke up behind Nigga either I load up these nines Or blow up with
was gettin too much face time Back to fuckin project bitches, now I hate dimes All they want is money my nigga, I can't waste mine I son/sun niggaz like
