Sosa

Minolta, double exposure, wide lens view
 Check credentials and niggas next to push tha Benz through
 You know the glow iced out rings long dough
 Spandex, Moshino, ho bitches lettin' their thong show
 I play the game, took plenty paper still remain the same
 Age and name, barrel link chain, lettin' my piece hang
 Domestic, no more crime play but still connected
 It's ethics, calculated steps through geometrics
 Ways spendin', double shades of beige linin, 97' Expedition
 Displayed with all the trimmins
 Travel light push tha LS on casual nights
 Have you ever puffed the chalice weed pipe
 That shit will have you right
 I roll dice trying to defrost from this cold life
 Used to sell coke on tha strip, but now I hold mics
 And plan soon to pack and vacate somewhere in Cancun
 Escape to a cozy estate filled with mad rooms
 Furnished up, too many foul niggas time to turn it up
 Push about a buck and shift gears burn the clutch
 Cause it's like this, for these chips I strike swift preciseness
 Precious jewels a life thats priceless
 I payed my dues and through it all I never trade my shoes
 Cash rules new crews who made the news
 We all for paper, I guess greed is just a second nature
 Indeed shots of Henrock, and weed'll escalate ya
 Some mostly touch along the line crossed up
 I took tha short cut puffin' on blunts, bustin' off nuts
 The night type, love dime bitches and night life
 Casino dice sexy strip dancers and white ice
 I seen the movie most of you niggas couldn't move me
 Truly it's like a 6-shot ruger against an uzi
 So bust ya run, or cock back bust your gun but I fake none
 I remain like the sun bless tha stong livin'
 Intellect an long vision, connects in prison
 And real niggas wit recognition
 So respect the mission volume one
 Second addition the next dimension
 Dotted line sign your deposition