Im at a boiling point about to roll a joint About to lose it all about to hit the wall About take the things that I've never seen About to feel the way
adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore Mic check 0 1 2 3, I dona??t freestyle cuz my style aina??t free! Lyrical criminal
All of these dramas, niggas ain't sayin' they did it Lil Lay commited (damn right) Niggas is bucklin' up under pressure Nevertheless still screamin' they thugs If crap don't work for the number 1
fortress Chorus 1, 2, 3 follow after he Christ is the Son of the Almighty 1, 2, 3 follow after he Christ is the Son of the Almighty 1, 2, 3 follow
star Oh, oh [Chorus:] Haters in the club (back up) Gold diggers (back up) Don't make us (back up) I suggest, I suggest that you (back up) [Verse 1:]
the game right til my feet get Ciz-orr! Ciz-orr [Verse 3] (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em) Mic Check, 0-1-2-3 I don't freestyle cuz my style ain't free Lyrical
tell that hoe don't slam my door we work too hard, what the fuck you think we're rappin' for fuck the free show, fuck the free style fuck the bitch, fuck
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross:] I'm tha magnificient with tha sensational style, far from bein' shallow cause she caught me wit a smile, try to figure out my style
girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore Mike check 0 1 2 3, I don't freestyle cause my style ain't free! Lyrical criminal
I [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm tha magnificient with tha sensational style, far from bein' shallow cause she caught me with a smile, try to figure out my style
