f a chorus

man, fuck that chorus shit, i'm in new york on my tourist shit, they want to meet me top floor and shit, 'bout to be on tv like that dora chick, sometimes i reminisce about how the morn' got missed, then i pop a cork and pour 'til i piss, with four or more chicks, that's bored of your dick, now that's a great mix, 8 chicks, and greatness, it's kinda funny how time is money, and ain't been late since, if you owe me call me surge, make your payments, my fragrance, makes sense when you see my eyes, and you don't need a club to see my drive, you gotta be a hustler, or else they won't fuck with ya, the world is your customer, serve em' what you're best at, i'm from the bay like dre where the crest at?, i gotta fly to see my pops, did you catch that?, my mom's is the best dad, focus on you, so hopefully when you see me you won't get mad, jetlag, i don't got it, i'm getting lit with the pilot in the cockpit, you know i'm fucking playin', about that fucking plane, i ain't trynna die because the pilot's high, i stay on some cool shit, don't play with that bullshit, i stay on some cool shit, don't play with that bullshit, don't always break them, but i always got the rules bent, tell me how to do it, when i'm a lover not a fighter, and i started real young, had a rubber in my diaper, my wife really got other girls trying to wife her, i feel like a mormon, and when i get rich i'm going to have midget doormen, don't make me feel important, it's a hard knock life, ask jay-z, or annie the orphan, don't make me bring out the italian, start extorting, park your porsche and take your keys, because if these kids were like we were, then your fucking kush is going to be gone for sure, i caught them slipping at the gas station, all they saw, was the car's big ass shake, and after that we were half baked, like dave chapelle, we were raised in hell, how'd i turn so bad? i was raised so well, no paper trail, i didn't write this down, i'm an adidas man, no nike town, my eyes are brown, i'm really 5'7 but i say i'm 5'8, now you can vibrate and go fuck yourself, and all these other boxers better tighten their belts, it's roachy balboa bitch, roachy balboa, i'm not a villain, but i gotta kill them, these other rappers are really not appealing, somebody gotta tell them, i'mma lay back, in a giants or a's hat, always rep where i'm paged at, a bay beast, ain't nothing going to change that, or rearrange that, my brain where the flame at, and you can't buy the same cap, you gonna get chain snatched, where my pain pills?, i really couldn't tell you how being the same feels, or wood grain feels, but i will when i get my deal, you can trust that, fuck with it, or get the fuck back