2100 Avenue

I'm too good for my own right I'm so wrong they say I'm so hood Trash and no good Bypass the high class you a pinky in the air holding a wine glass I'm an optimo and a tall can a dope verse Benny Canales been in the game go ahead and ask the coach first Your a doobie clip with the roach thirst my indo blunt ashes on my pro club from here to Southeast They show love no middleman man I'm handling the whole plug hundred is a 20 blunted with the henny Boy fronted with the money started acting funny no time for running up dablin souls we coming up The elevations of mountains the uncertain accountants Extorted and bouncing my vocal announcement While smoking on that loud shit Five dollars could seem like 500 depending on the situation and how bad you want it I used to be homeless no one ever noticed Cuz I roamed all alone and made sure my clothes were the dopest A pair of clean kicks could get you far in life at the bar in the pits trying to marry a balling wife No car No crib and no 9-to-5 just a whole lot of style and the will to survive My Homie's getting high shooting houses in they veins Because all balls don't bounce some balls hang Like dangling chains gold and diamond spelling my name I know theres going to be hell to pay for all these heavenly things In my worldy view I write rhymes with swirls and curly cues and hold the whole world in my purlicue Im Crazed like Most Fanatic's Puff the El Producto' Its Echoe Check the Code name Captain insane'o" Down Clap the Victor Let's see Who's Macks bigger Then Zig Zig Zigga spit it out and Trip the Rector Scale Some Remain Stale Turn ya Tall tale to a Hot Rail Sizzle ya Brain at a Single bound Switch to A Cal Ale Step up you want the Champion Belt Im Boom basic Splatter ya Magnet And Attract my self Watch The Bisectcular Melt We Run Things Run Rings Around cat's wit Fake Bling Sipin on The Lean Zone. like. The Twilight Snatch you just an Inch From ya Life Cross out ya Hole hood Then sky right the invite Im impetuous lend me an ear like Tyson'Punch out Then Lights out by the time you wake up got the Mic out" They Screaming Dabilin Soul's Sick wit The lyric's I suppose Punk just Act like you Don't know"