Hip Hop Forum

static imagines magic in the booth
just let it happen, like an automatic I let loose
an erratic kid using graphic language to spew the truth
becoming famous is of no use
the homies i bang with know i’ll give no excuse
married to the game, committing spousal abuse
fucking all these pussies up, guess i’m adulterous too
i may end up on the right track, with a little follow through
coming right back, with a tight track, that’ll blast that ass back
in to the stone age, i do shit my own way,
don’t groan this is my day,
haters toying around like this shit’s childs play
haters hate what the can’t have
the people they can’t be, so i’m laid back
so i’ll continue like i got nothing better to do
watching this cheddar move
hoes saying “there’s nothing fresher then you”
got money in my pocket, got these chains around my neck
the world is my candy store and i got nothing but a blank check
i’m a mess like a dank wreck
everyday shit happens that puts us in a new position
it’s fucked up, but of course that’s our fucked up mission
what is it that we’re missing. that we just keep on dissing
anybody with ambition we need a physician
flow so sick might as well get the mortician
lyrics got ya hooked like deadly addiction
look up playa, homie, i’m the motherfucking definition
so watch ya back and keep ya distance