Blow

Malice found religion, Tony found prison
I’m still tryna find my way out this fucking kitchen
a Birdseye view got me channeling my vision
turn one to two now my kilo’s got a sibling
father knows best, watch my hands are forgiven
we kicking up dust like the Colosseum floors
walls full of safe’s like they mausoleum doors
pussy getting wet as she walking through my morgue
Grant’s, Jackson’s no room for George
yeh, the fear of God’s in you mother fuckers
this art imitate my life
your World Star HipHop fame based off imitation white
eliminate the fools gold imitation ice
my music for your soul, inspiration for your life
every dime made in his life more disastrous
help my young bitch see her way through her bachelors
send my old bitch right back to get her Masters
same graduation I was clapping in the rafters
the truth hurts every time it’s revealed
what goes around comes around, this is life’s ferris wheel
grab hold and reverse the steering wheel as I parallel park
Kentucky derby on the grill
the fact that I’m free lets me know God is great
ten year marathon of me selling concentrate
these rappers talk crowns but I’d rather talk fear
villain like candy man, say my name and I’ll appear
no weapon formed against me shall prosper
a kuna matata, feet up sipping java
strolling up the totem pole, what’s my only problem
scrolling through my Rolodex, who should bed toddler
so many hands raised as the band plays
I’m here now, watch how many nigga’s plans change
blow (repeat)
first class flights
Ciroc soaked nights
waking up to models
what a mother fucking life
blow (repeat)