Sosa

Minolta, double exposure, wide lens view

Check credentials and niggas next to push tha Benz through

You know the glow iced out rings long dough

Spandex, Moshino, ho bitches lettin' their thong show

I play the game, took plenty paper still remain the same

Age and name, barrel link chain, lettin' my piece hang

Domestic, no more crime play but still connected

It's ethics, calculated steps through geometrics

Ways spendin', double shades of beige linin'

97' Expedition, displayed with all the trimmin's

Travel light push tha' LS on casual nights

Have you ever puffed the chalice weed pipe

That shit will have you right

I roll dice trying to defrost from this cold life

Used to sell coke on tha' strip, but now I hold mics

And plan soon to pack and vacate somewhere in Cancun

Escape to a cozy estate filled with mad rooms

Furnished up, too many foul niggas time to turn it up

Push about a buck and shift gears, burn the clutch

'Cause it's like this, for these chips I strike swift preciseness

Precious jewels, a life that's priceless

I paid my dues and through it all I never trade my shoes

Cash rules, new crews, who made the news

We all for paper, I guess greed is just a second nature

Indeed, shots of Henrock, and weed'll escalate ya

Some mostly touch along the line crossed up

I took tha shortcut puffin' on blunts, bustin' off nuts

The night type, love dime bitches and nightlife

Casino dice, sexy strip dancers and white ice

I seen the movie most of you niggas couldn't move me

Truly, it's like a six-shot Ruger against an Uzi

So bust ya run, or cock back bust your gun, but I fake none

I remain like the sun

Bless tha stong livin', intellect an long vision

Connects in prison and real niggas wit' recognition

So respect the mission volume one, second addition

The next dimension, dotted line, sign your deposition