Lifestyle

Yeah,Locksmith
You already know
Flower,I’m in the shop,fellows
High rises with dark windows and start halos
I used to start thinking that these rappers had bread
‘til I saw one at the party sitting next to…
Now this is just an observation
Last year I couldn’t even have this conversation
I’ve been exposed to hoes in my groupies
And basketball wide help niggaz to reach …
The chasing of success getting stolen
It still allots me
Catch a contact for a contract…
Stuck in this lab with talent
It’s not a fact,I could steal
Wide rappers with backs
I’d rather see them actors

Instead of only instrumental hits the memo
Bad women approach me
Watch closely when I sense the memo
Away from Gitmo to demonstrate my skill
…Is this the lifestyle I always dreamed about?

Pretty women and pretty vices
And your public life makes you choose another direction
The industry is cold as fuck
You are in depression
You’re buggin’ me with questions
We are direct and cold
It ain’t room for 2 light niggaz
So pick another profession
Not a fucking chance
Lyrics is by nature
…I decline your favors ,spotless hater
I’d rather suffocate myself and ask for help
What you would define as paper
Is paper thin
And that’s what niggaz eat within
…you dropped a mixed paper
Get in,get in
I’m trying to forget about your last joint
You are on fire
Sort of like you are on your last joint
The last point is no point in tryin’ to pursuit him