Pictures at an Exhibition: XI. The Hut On Fowl's Legs (Baba-Yagá)

歌詞

Picture me livin' in the fast lane, fine hoes that sing Pockets that ching ching, and diamonds that bling bling Shoppin' sprees overseas cuz the money ain't a thing One day it's gonna be reality, now picture me struggling Hustling, muggin' and doin' bad Elevatin', behind the little shit that I never had It's sad, but I all I ever do is out of need, never greed No wonder I'ma fiend for the weed I'm hopeless I'm noticin' that I'm hopeless, only roaches could help Cuz the dopers be losin' focus when approachin' the wealth No more drinkin' and smokin' and that goes for myself Since this potent I started copin' with the pain that I felt I'm noticin' that I'm hopeless, only roaches could help Cuz the dopers be losin' focus when approachin' the wealth No more drinkin' and smokin' and that goes for myself Since this potent I started copin' with the pain that I felt I start inhalin' real slow And never slip on my foe Gotta have it for static, cuz I ain't never been a hoe Just a handful of niggas ready to ride for a cause Bout breakin' these bitches and lettin' these hoes come out draws Man you challenged my dignity when you thought about killin' me Fucked me up mentally and sent me on a killin' spree I hate it and love it, you can't do shit to stop it But I will never be fucked with, predicted just like a prophet How will it end for a product of the dividends? Divide, destroy, and conquer We Southern ass stompers in the World way outside where you stay Become a victim of the A.K., you look the wrong way High crime rates, they never really meant a thing To Southern mobsters, who smoke, spit the Southern slang I got a clique you can't feel, cuz we all real You talk shit, you get yourself and who you call killed Think it's a game when it ain't Put the mask on the paint Leave hitters zipped up, hot slugs meet face Tie this rag round my head, blow two bags to the head Keep the K by the bitches and the South stays fed I'm noticin' that I'm hopeless, only roaches could help Cuz the dopers be losin' focus when approachin' the wealth No more drinkin' and smokin' and that goes for myself Since this potent I started copin' with the pain that I felt All you wannabe thugs, hit the dirt, snatch your chick and your kid Cuz when them slugs hit your shirt, you gone wish that you did And if you must put in work, nigga do what'cha gotta But if you mug, you'll get hurt, and they gone hear when you holler Cuz I'm a glock popper, always out to make the top dollar You disrespect and I'll attack you like a rottweiler The stockpiler, of weapons, and ammunitions I put them niggas who be rappin', in last positions Allah please, why you leave him wheezin' and bleedin' with a hole in his heart? When they told us he wasn't breathin' nearly tore us apart To my critics don't get it twisted, toe-to-toe from the start It's your life, you wanna risk it? Throw four from the park When I shifted bodies get lifted like I flip it and high Filthy rich, killa switch I'm too gifted to die Drifted off, flip the laws like they comin' fa sho Drinkin' Hennessey with my doggs when they runnin' for Mo I'm noticin' that I'm hopeless, only roaches could help Cuz the dopers be losin' focus when approachin' the wealth No more drinkin' and smokin' and that goes for myself Since this potent I started copin' with the pain that I felt I'm noticin' that I'm hopeless, only roaches could help Cuz the dopers be losin' focus when approachin' the wealth No more drinkin' and smokin' and that goes for myself Since this potent I started copin' with the pain that I felt