Not Enough Words

Statik Selektah
 Playing through the broken ankles, man
 Never sit down, cause I'mma stand up
 Yo, book a ticket to the tropics cause I'm through with all the shit
 That I'm living every day, in the mirror saying why me?
 Hide my eyes cause I'm sicken with the image
 Of using marijuana, simply vintage for the time being
 My skills said it's 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 a suit
 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 til my fingers staying cheesy like a cheeto
 Shorty on the bed pleasuring my pee pee
 Smart crew TCN, lyrical graffiti
 Drug roll precise, like a hooker with the dice
 Butcher with the knife, you get 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 your split up like a philly
 Running through the maze like I'm Willie, 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 tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts
 My life is like a movie, blizzard with the shottie
 Hookah house on Roosie chilling in the lobby
 Yes I'm living gnarly, the fourty ounce of Barley
 Open up cigars and fill 'em with a bunch of Marley
 Double cut porterhouse straight from Luger's
 Ruger for intruders hand to hand made by the duelers
 Ginger ale in Knicks glasses, your style is piss mothafucka
 Time to flip the mattress, kick it swift as Cassius
 My mind is stronger than Mariusz Pudzianowski
 Obvious to see I'm a star straight off the couch
 You rapping with a blouse, you get slapped up side the mouth
 By the Zangief look-a-like, Bronson always cooking 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 tryna 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 mothafucking sun drop
 Cause I'm one with the Earth, eyes red
 Mothafucka I've been blunted since birth, age nine
 Mom deuce kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair spray
 Fuck tomorrow, money coming in the 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 tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts
 We never talk
 There was a time when there wasn't enough words to say