Текст песни
Women catchin' feelings and I am still fuckin' dealin'
Pullin' all these tricks, man I'm feelin' like Houdini
What's the point of livin' for a junkie with a semi
I might never find out, all I do is strictly bidness
Women catchin' feelings and I am still fuckin' dealin'
Pullin' all these tricks, man I'm feelin' like Houdini
What's the point of livin' for a junkie with a semi
I might never find out, all I do is strictly bidness
You know, you know us, we be makin' dollas
Bringin' fire to the table, something that I'm proud of
I be in the crib, I be on my sauce
Jeity is the chef, cookin' in the house
You know, you know us, we be makin' dollas (cash)
Bringin' fire to the table, something that I'm proud of
I be in the crib, I be on my sauce
Jeity is the chef, cookin' in the house
Got the crew with me, ain't got no limit (pause)
Cookin' on this beat, tweakin' on something (hard)
Smokin' on kush, it's exotic, it's Middle East
Been on the grind, man, I feel like a fuckin' beast
Every meal for me, yeah, is a fuckin' feast
Try not to cross me, might end up right on my list
cnd I tell myself again and again
What's the point of movin' on, if it don't matter at the end
cnd if you lost your friend, ain't got no one but yourself
If you ain't got no regret, even after the fact
How would that make you feel? That would be funny, for real
Well that would make me pop a pill, and cause a whole another thrill
cnd it would make me laying still right on my bed, with no one here
In contemplation of my actions, 'cause I'm just another fiend, woah
