Secret Rare

Driving through the city bump'n Body Meat I got diamonds f*ck'n wit me, You is obsolete F*ck what they recite They got no words for me F*ck what you recite I'm bringing in the streets Same old thing with the body bag Same old shit got'm running back And thats what separates us from them And thats what makes us That's what makes us Gods to men Flaunt it when i get it When i cop it See me pocket Riches of another kind Jewelry of the blind Friends are hard to find So i make it the quest F*ck the rest F*ck yourself Cut the deck Same old shit got'm running back They don't know what shit is wack We had to tell'm Glisten some aquamarine when i bust in the scene Oh! Never get'm woke Never get upset about it All this doubt got you stressed about it You'll never understand the right environment God damn! Thats what you always say Always cut the path Always run away Never stick through Big move Do what you gotta do and never be moved What's up? From the top To the depths Baited breaths Make that word of your own And let it take you a little closer to home let it roam, let it roam Get live or get out!