Im green and inexperienced, dreamin bout that chariots Stay sparked and trade cards, he know that they be cheering it On, Im feeling grown when I spray my cologne Got a mind of my own, but times ticking too long And I got a plan to restore the game This shit was looking quite critical right before we came Co and cane flow in that novacane for your open veins All we need is something medicinal, torch the flame Third rail skippin over missin track Soundin like the kicks and claps that filled the gaps for missing tracks The third kind been real, we just missin Jack Food for thought, but I tossed the scraps in a doggy bag Rehearsin verses in my head, no iPod Gave my life to Ja and still cant find a job So what Im grindin for, to put these new Nikes on Or to hide the scars from the eyes of God
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 22:28:05 +0000