Don't let it bring you down It's only castles burning, Just find someone who's turning And you will come around. Don't let it bring you down It's only
50 your face and then butter your throat It don't matter where you been or where you at I'm here now and I'm bangin, kid you softer than the Queen of
shot you Who got you, glock you and stop you (Stop you, stop you) Look who got you, too, who shot you Who got you, pop you and stop you (Stop you, stop you
worst then that You let me Get my hands on you So I'm takin' advantage And that shit that you pulled Ain't do me no damage You don't know me But we '
'cuz I'm sneezing with my gun Ah-choo Bless you You ain't D Block or Double R nigga No doubt imma stretch you Imma shoot back 10 feet Imma catch you
nd Bring it back to the kitchen See the crack as its fizzin Then bring it back when its finished Jimbo put that in addition And Chizzel will bag it
no fuckin' bucket to piss in know all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitch name glock you blockin' me, to be kissin' (I said it) it's like a midnight
Orleans, Texas and back down If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint We do it from Cleveland to Oakland Down
down [Benzino] If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and
glitter to gold Don't let these devils play you down, or belittle your souls Just be happy with yourself and it's so simple to grow Come on It's gonna get in you
You don't know shit so when you see one flee You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T I'm sure your
I wouln't sugar coat it You'll die from Diabetes if these other n-ggas wrote it And everything on TV just a figment of imagination I don't want no plastic
gone it's a lonelier place, yeah There will be trials and tribulations But don't let them, don't let them, don't let them bring you down I said you
Long Drive you know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive to the T-o-p, thats the top man Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain If these
ego You see the flash in the dash, weed blast with Buick-Regal The same brother you was throwing your key to Brought the 7 niggaz in the building to see you You
If it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all - a one two, a check a one two If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
thing I smoke with a pipe is an ass crack You challenge treach, I'll seal you quick, you can't touch that I thought you did a triple 'cause you said, "
