don't wanna depend So I'll stick to My friends and my friends and my car and my friends My friends and my friends and my cards and my friends Martini
the pain is in my chest Because in my heart I felt you should of came and talked to me If you put away your pride And look deep into my eyes It would
is raw I'm in the 4x4, 8 plus 8 in the clip The hustling Harry Potter, shaking the brick Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a glitch And my car's like
, the paranoia never ends Never ends, it's in my head Gotta unwind, it's in my mind (The paranoia never ends) Never ends, it's in my head It's in my
loving' your warm embrace I got plenty love for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4 Warm embrace I got plenty love for the 4-5, 4-5 , 4-5 (4-5, 4-5, 4-5) Warm embrace
this shit was a wrap Her friends was right tho, she gonna be pitchin' some crack I'm a true champ, you glance, 4 door, 2 tramps Fuck my money honey,
, my enemies fearing attack They move with silence, when nigga bring the violence Do they know, me and my soldiers tighter than glue We pass bitches and weed, my
So darling don't be afraid I won't break plans you've made I will be just a friend VERSE3: Flowers grow in the month of May And they brighten my every
my cheek's glisten Emotion's Hard 2 speak, tears fallin' down my cheek Dear god, please lord, My spirit feel's week These Here Tears aint madness im writen Kokain aint no game 4 my friends
picture on my wall. It reminds me that it's not so bad, not so bad. (Eminem as Stan) Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'. I left my cell, my
: The Maestro Fresh Wes the symphony is in full effect Verse 1: Let your backbone slide let it slip let the rythym rip while my lyrics leave my lips
in my lungs the fear of failing pulls me it marks my demise like salt in open wounds light burns my sun baked eyes the sound of silence in my head (
You call yourself my friends You call yourself my buddies But I can't see where are you When I need you to shut up So shut up Go and forget I will forget
as my coke inflates Ima swanga Gucci on my hangar Just bought my cousin on the ranch a ford wrangler I like to ride horses like mustangs and porches Pain is my
my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my
in peace pac I'm ridin in my 500 s-e-l strapped with my plastic glock Me an my bitch, we be hella tight Fit in the palm of my hand But I ain' t trustin
[Ratigan:] My friends, we are about to embark on the most odious, the most evil, the most diabolical scheme of my illustrious career. A crime to top
