Fried Rice

Milk
Decisions I be makin, when I get impaired
Tell me when the jinx, man, I'm gettin there
Money in my pocket barely fittin there
But I fell in love with how it's sittin there
Old ******* miss me, a hole in her soul
But Im over it though, had to block me a number
Were sorry
This from the latest collection, my boy
You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer
Fiends got the city up under the wing like its fried rice
I done died twice,
I got nine lives, that means seven to spare
Vision blurry, but the hindsight always 20/20,
I see Heaven or Hell
Yeah, just to bust up a cell
Yeah, tell em come and give me
* ***** non-violence when the nine flying
Hear her lullaby make em sing like Adele
Heavy on me like a pound, singin' off key, get 'em off me
We on north streets for the money, *****s hit up Wall Street
Had them boys ringin the bell
Ain't no Libra, but my scale ready
If this rap **** ever fail get me hot
My borough taught me how to run a block
Confidence is quiet, I dont talk a lot
I call my mama, and I call the shots
I dont call these ***** **, they just talk a lot
Cop a couple toys, and we can make a play
Now the driveway like a parking lot
Beware the dogs what the sign say
I did it my way , I did it my way
Decisions I be makin, when I get impaired
Tell me when the jinx, man, I'm gettin there
Money in my pocket barely fittin there
But I fell in love with how its sittin' there
Old ******* miss me, a hole in her soul
But Im over it though, had to block me a number
Block-block, uh, block, look
You got a girl, but it not like mine
She got a ass, but she not that fine
Dont make a ***** laugh
I need the cash in a bag in advance
Before I grab any mic in the stand
Dont make a ***** mad
Spazz the **** out, all bad, Im all-Madden
Im on a go route now, but I do all patterns
Im with your ho right now, and shes a tall glass
Im a can full of whoop-yo-ass
A little .40 in a booking bag
I put a bullet in your looking ass
Aw, baby, what is you doin?
Lookin, askin for something you can work yo ass off for
My *****, grab it, go after it
Im p-p-passionate, d-d-damagin my anatomy
Dont get mad at me if I pass out while Im ramblin
Im an animal, an anomaly
Mari-mari-******** *, its the god in me, gotta be
A better way just to get away, takin the back-street roads
A couple days, maybe, give or take (Yeah)
Baby (Uh), Im gon get home
When Im in the zone Im in, Im ignoring your phone call again
The phone off, the dome talk, your phone, block-block
Youre on, switch off
The long lost lil ***** gettin it how he live, hol up
Decisions I be makin, when I get impaired
Tell me when the jinx, man, Im gettin there
Money in my pocket barely fittin there
But I fell in love with how its sittin there
Old ******* miss me, a hole in her soul
But Im over it though, had to block me a number
This from the latest collection, my boy
You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer
Fiends got the city up under the wing like its fried rice(Like its fried rice)
Like its fried rice(Like its fried rice)
Boy , you can copy the wave when I drop in the summer
Fiends got the city up under the wing like its fried rice(Like its fried rice)
Like its fried rice(Like its fried rice)