Luxury Lies

Uh, four in the mornin' family, yes Bigger risks, even bigger rewards (La música de Harry Fraud) Capo! They keep sayin' what I can't do, let me show 'em what I can do (show 'em then) I'm ready to go to war, this fully loaded at my hand pull I used to duct tape the .38, I had the heat with the broken handle (remember that) My grandma used to pray for me 'cause she knew she had a handful (I miss you mama) The streets done got so spooky I started prayin' to the Santos Every time I came outside they had a big display of candles (who got killed?) That represents a loss of life or a loss of light That's a dark situation when you finna face an awful night I robbed a plug where they blow up, 'cause I was tryna make it off of white One thing about the drip, you gotta make sure that the sauce is right We buy them pretty whips, big flyin' saucer types So you might thought you saw UFO in New York at night Smokin' my last blunt on the hanger before I caught the flight Let's not talk about the jewels, they know I rock all sorts of ice (Mazzi got me right) My back against the wall how I was taught to fight In my hood around sixteen we went from playin' sports to, well We went from playin' sports to sellin' drugs so we can play in a Porsche (uh-huh, facts) Or get knocked by the cops, watch our day in the caution How they interrogate you, you'd think that they into torture At this point it depends on what your lawyer says, it's gon' cost you, but (how much you said?) I too was like you, I thought that the coppers couldn't pinch me I was too worried about the bitches, and the drip, and the coppin' Balenci' I will draw on a nigga just like my Glock is da Vinci, shit Rolex president plus I got a Lewinsky I make sure my whole team ball like Popovich (facts) I urinate Ace of Spade when I gotta piss I'm feelin' constipated in my whip, let me drop my shit Any time I get locked, the first thing I do is lock my lips My nigga got caught with a .30, they offered him thirty Third time felon in court, he's not even goin' on thirty I knew a bartender bitch that cried when sellin' that car She said when they closed the strip club, times had fell on her hard My nigga Rod tried the nine to five, he's almost back to sellin' the hard I promise these are true facts and I'm just tellin' it, God Yes, you was cryin' on the roof Me, I was swimmin' in the staircase My God, I'm drownin' Sacrifices in my shoe box Blew the hinges off a few box God save me, the Devil lied to me I put it in the pot Then I hit it with the yah-yah-you-you Yes Spin around, hopped, skipped, and jumped on that triple beam Ayo, Capo!