Window

Yeah You gonna have to smoke some of this one Be free Yeah, okay I don't want to wake up from the sight of a red light Just green, and the mights on my headlights Gotta do it because I live to be dead and I sit til I get right, trips on the jet mic Climb into a place where I can't get, jet it Penthouse, palm trees, long time with it Had a couple dreams and I motherfuckin' admit it And you motherfuckin' haters livin on givin' faith in it With a face full of smoke, chased what I hoped, stakes so high I dont wanna be broke Plates on mine I don't wanna waste time So I gave my life for the songs I wrote And I saved my mind for the bongs i smoke It's my right to be wrong I float, I float, I float It's my right to be wrong so cope Can't live it right Just watch your life I'm at my window This world's so cold It's gettin' old I'm tryna win though They throwin stones up at my throne They ain't gettin in though This is what I'm in for now But they're just going down, down, down, down, down But they just goin' They just goin down, down, down, down, down Uh Make savers, don't make paper I'm busy with the biss, I'ma play later Can't sit around, just watch em' at a window Gotta get it so I standin like the winds blow Gotta get it, this floors forbidden and I'm so warm with it Matter afact it's so hot, gimme all your homies got And it just dont stop and I'm just gonna rock Just to piss you off You just mad You hustle knockin' yo shit Whack in that hell problem I make cool hits You make bullshit Ive got a pool bitch And you got nada I hit the strip in that cool whip You ask how good this could get Is this how life is fully lived If not then I'm just not equipped Can't live it right Just watch your life I'm at my window This world's so cold It's gettin old I'm tryna win though They throwin stones up at my throne They ain't gettin in though This is what I'm in for now But they're just going down, down, down, down, down But they just goin' They just goin down, down, down, down, down Yeah, yeah, yeah Night live fights like swords in my wind pipe Knobs in my back so I'm sortin and im in flight Runnin from the devil and I come another level To reddle up, pedal fast through the past All my sins like Fuck that, blowin raps to the head band One track, come back with a bread stand Never gonna quit it ever til I can't breath Bitch fuck a plan b, you dont understand me Many motherfuckers wouldn't give me a chance But many motherfuckers talkin shit in advance I sat in stands then got in a gang You plan, take a chance And I got the fame But fuck fame, fuck money I gotta keep it real I got enough money But I gotta get it right, get in sight, on the mic and, set fire through the wire when i write And I gotta keep it vertical, wills all surgical, world rode wide Most guys never heard of you To say you boys like a hot plate I smell good and I got taste I felt broke, so I got paid I went hell broke, it was God's gates That bounced me back in God's race So I run these tracks at God's pace Can't live it right Just watch your life I'm at my window This world's so cold It's gettin old I'm tryna win though They throwin stones up at my throne They ain't gettin in though This is what I'm in for now But they're just going down, down, down, down, down But they just goin' They just goin down, down, down, down, down But they just goin'