still here, planted on this block I slung So fresh and so clean, complicated rhyme schemes You niggas is monotone, ain't no fuckin with heat I'm a motherfuckin g and
I'll always remember you. Na na na na x3 Another chapter in the book, can't go back but you can look, and there we are on every page, memories I'll
and get up and get up and get up and get up and get up and get up and get up and get up and right get up and right get up and get up and get up and right
holla and ya holla, you follow you fall Ya holler and ya holla, ya follow ya fall Ya holler and ya holla, ya follow ya fall Ya holler and ya holla, ya follow ya fall Ya holler and
pages In my composition book But I let you walk in front So them other playaz can look And when they tried to holla You point at me and say that you took And
say And you try to be calm and answer in nice ways And, if I can go, with you Way out the States no two ways and no page No cells and no trace, and you
Breathe, it's my resolution Living life without her plan Finding soul is where I stand And learning how to love again And all I want is something real And
them hookers Nigga the pussy ain't yours cause another nigga took her Seen a little mo' game, she took a rang and some bigger and better thangs Starin at the chain and
takin chances advancement is okay doe and cheatin is alright and it's best to have some killa's on the payroll, day and night stick and move pick and
and Yuck It was all dreams and wishes, game and luck Just me and you Just me and you We made it went from broke to havin' thangs Just me and you Ooh
A tiny flame inside my hand A compromise, I never planned Unravel out the finer strands And I'm looking at a blank page now Should I fill it up with
are here and then you're gone But I believe that lovers should be tied together and Thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather And left there to
see is a mirror And a mirror is all it can be, a reflection of something we?re missing And language just happened, it was never planned And it?s inadequate
I woke and I gathered up some clothes I never planned on this but it's the way it goes And now it all seems so familiar like pages turned on calendars
round, And still catching that beat down So I retreat back to my old stomping ground, Regroup and lounge, Put on a couple of pounds, And make plans to
constantly cooking up plans and concoctions raised up in a place called Hoxton by his Nan and granddad, gets to see his mum on a weekend that was a treat then she was spoilt rotten and
one for a Christmas present (Swift: "Come on Slim, let's go and teach this fuckin bitch a lesson") They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish But my plan