Song Lyrics
It s still a hustle, fight for sections of land, i m so stained novacaine doesn t slow the pain
I never claimed killer, i lust badly
It s still a hustle, blessed to be here left
I m just a city guy living fly getting high, it s still a hustle
Child of the ghetto, every day is war Inspectah, traveled the globe
wrestle with the pitbulls
lost so many i don t fear death
i plan to make millions and marinate
I don t give a fuck about much but my beloved and such, trying to make grands Inspectah, but still trying to live the good times like james evans
hey i made it
But my heart still roaming the streets, in no one but us trust
Boat names with cocaine dreams screaming i own the game, boat names with cocaine dreams screaming i own the game
i m so stained novacaine doesn t slow the pain
or you might get tossed right off the ninth floor
we empty pistols
I came iller stayed realer, or you might get tossed right off the ninth floor
but still trying to live the good times like james evans
Lost so many i don t fear death, thoughts of plans and they be forcing my hand to make me
Can t sleep till the check s in my hand, she said you want professional and records sold, in no one but us trust
Follow if you feel my vibe my vibe, we empty pistols
Weapons to blast, wild fellow trying to keep my mind settled
Or you might get tossed right off the ninth floor, or you might get tossed right off the ninth floor
They still calling, bubble living on the line the line
Fans applauded, ten in the lab, can t sleep till the check s in my hand