Not Enough Words

Static Selecta

Playing through the broken ankles, man

Never sit down, 'cause I'ma stand up

Yo, book a ticket to the tropics 'cause I'm through with all the shit

That I'm living everyday, in the mirror saying, why me?

Hide my eyes 'cause I'm sickened with the image

Abusing marijuana, sipping vintage for the time being

My skill set is very serious, in fact

Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the cow's back

Throw it on the grill, I'm cooking in the stew

Same shit that's on the grill gave me leather for the boot

If they make me take the stand, then I'm lying through my teeth though

Ask to swear to God but in that I don't believe though

My man Stevie Mo playing safety for Toledo

Hustle till my fingers staying cheesy like a Cheeto

Shorty on the bench pleasuring my pee-pee

Smart crew TCN, lyrical graffiti

Drug roll precise, like a hooker with the dice

Butcher with the knife, you got tooken for your life

So much to say, it's so little time and shitty

Killer Queens the borough, New York be the city

Coming crazy out your mouth will get you split up like a Philly

Running through the maze like I'm Willy, you gotta feel me

I'm moving forward 'cause nothing's gonna be the same

Eyes blurry from the smoke, I can't see the lane

Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap

I'm looking for a problem so I'm modeling the gat

Somebody save me 'cause I don't wanna go to jail

I'd rather be up in the mansion for the Polo sale

But I'm here, stuck inside my thoughts

I'm tryin'a have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts

My life is like a movie, blizzard with the shotty

Hookah house or Rosie chilling in the lobby

Yes, I'm living gnarly, the forty ounce of Barley

Open up cigars, and fill 'em up with a bunch of Marley

Double cut porter house straight from Luger

Lugers for intruders hand to hand made by the duelers

Ginger Ale in Nick's glasses, your style is piss motherfucker

Time to flip the mattress, kick it swift as Cassius

My mind is stronger than Mariusz Puszianouski

Obvious to see I'm a star straight off the couch

You rappin' with a blouse, you get slapped upside the mouth

By the Zangief look-a-like, Bronson always cook it right

Spray the vinegar to tighten up a yummy

Smoking got me squinting like the sky is high and sunny

Attachment on the nozzle make the iron fire funny

Never stop until my body diving in a pile of money

I'm moving forward 'cause nothing's gonna be the same

Eyes blurry from the smoke, I can't see the lane

Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap

I'm looking for a problem so I'm modeling the gat

Somebody save me 'cause I don't wanna go to jail

I'd rather be up in the mansion for the Polo sale

But I'm here, stuck inside my thoughts

I'm tryin'a have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts

I'm already smoking like a gunshot

You know the fuzzy light green, call it Dunlop, flow nun's twat

Many hours, one man standing, one spot

From the morning to the motherfuckin' sun drop

'Cause I'm one with the Earth, eyes red

Motherfucker, I've been blunted since birth, age 9

Mom dukes kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair spray

Fuck tomorrow, money coming in the fast way

I'm moving forward 'cause nothing's gonna be the same

Eyes blurry from the smoke, I can't see the lane

Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap

I'm looking for a problem so I'm modeling the gat

Somebody save me 'cause I don't wanna go to jail

I'd rather be up in the mansion for the Polo sale

But I'm here, stuck inside my thoughts

I'm tryin'a have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts

(We never talk, there was a time when there weren't enough words to say)