my empty bed, in my head I can feel you near Oh, I just can't get you out of my mind Don't you have a heart, I've served my time Oh, it just ain't right
if I can't eat, ya can't sleep Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat My mind is my Glock, keep my third eye cocked Bust mines off tops, leave
that I rhyme I can tell that you like it Be nursing the tunes like the mind of a psychic Your mind is weary, floating like a dove Sweating and things, like you
we can't or we fall, last call I'm gon' get that fresh fire fade and then I'm gon' get laid Like some finger waves on payday, my lady you won't get
you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz
magican watchin him mix I don't give a fuck, somebody pull up in a cement truck and get some bricks on my lawn, like you diggin it up its been a droute
mayn You can have the fame, just give me the change Freestyle off the mind, bumper kit recline Keep in mine, you don't grind you don't shine I say that
sold out My gold out, but I'm pourin' my soul out I never change, only my shows get sold out So, what's the science? Don't be defiant My music turn midgets
you wasn't watchin', they'd catch your ass too You gotta go all out if you want props Or you can just kill a man and it's the same for cops Now you
I'ma fill the lane like Fenney Hardaway 'cuz I'm out to get every penny Any nigga disrespectin' when I'm checkin' for my scrilla I know I'm stilla wig
the world ain't got you beat That it ain't got you licked It can't get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special
bitches gon' strip If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip Or get hit up in yo'... "
on my mind When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city) It's the things, that's on my mind When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city) [Z-Ro] I bet
my new chicks a new bitch Ya know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat My mind is my glock, keep my third eye
out My gold out, but I'm pourin' my soul out I never change, only my shows get sold out So, what's the science? Don't be defiant My music turn midgets
't watchin, they'd catch your ass too You gotta go all out if you want props or you can just kill a man, and it's the same for cops Now you want a little
] I'm gon get dat freshed out fade and then I'm gon get laid Like some finger-waves on pay day, my lady, you gon get paid Makin a early morning serenade