Letras:
Livro De Salmos

I tellin' ya, boy I got them boys Dog I be tryin' to tell 'em You can't catch me, boy, don't upset me, boy Touch me my dog a wet 'cha, boy Never disrespect

I'm sittin' in tha cut, smokin' on wha? Hataz betta watch out for tha butt I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha? Yea, I'm real wit it

Mystikal, the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here I heard about you Trick brah, I know what y'all smoke down yo' way That bitch there smell dirty,

I'll be yo' thug for life, my love will drive you crazy [Incomprehensible] you like you need, baby Let's slip an' slide together An' we'll go get this

Hopped off the boat, I am such an immigrant why he get Nicki Minaj, tatted on his ligament? wait, just for the record get wetter then fishermen pull

: Hopped off the boat, I am such an immigrant why he get Nicki Minaj, tatted on his ligament? wait, just for the record get wetter then fishermen

Police, won?t you grant me my release? I should be a freeman now at least, I?m no robber, I?m no thief. I should be a freeman on the street. A freeman

A concrete bed, a weathered awning made of cardboard that keeps the morning sun from his eyes. He never knew much about why his life became so hard.

(feat. Society) [Trick Daddy] 'Posed to be... Land of the free I don't see how Count me in Uh America Oh America Ha-ha-ha America (America) Sweet land