Window

[Fes Taylor:]
 Cause haters don't want me to shine
 They trying to push me right offa my grind, it's bout time
 It's G-Unit/Koch, Fox told me bring the Mazzaradi
 When it come out, I'm like the sun out
 Shine play the shine, with the haters salute
 Nowadays, lay in the coupe, I'm just waiting to shoot
 Behave in the booth, like the kid slave in Roots
 Taylor Made, knock Tiffany's boots
 True to the game, I manuever in lanes
 Out in L.I., go see my beautiful chain
 Free L.I., looking much cooler in the range
 So I can Punky Brewster, again
 Holla, I'm getting dollars, no Pradas
 Nike Air joggers, you niggas like Frogger
 Trynna cross the road, crushed by a semi
 I live the street life, just trynna get by
 [Chorus: Fes Taylor (w/ Flip)]
 I'm looking out my window (trapped inside the rocks)
 Smoking on this indo (hand up on the glock)
 I'm just trynna make it to the top
 And they all at the bottom waiting for me to flop
 I tell 'em, get off, get off, get off, mines
 I tell 'em, get, get, get off mines
 [Fes Taylor:]
 See niggas wanna be me, steal a style from me
 Hate around, jacking my swag, sit it down for me
 You a clown, homey, now they know me as
 G-5 Taylor, see you niggas on the ground, homey
 My flight plans like night grams of Pan Am
 Now it's probably playland out in San Fran
 Still kick a nigga ass like Van Damme
 Exercise, bullets that have 'em doing handstands
 You don't stand a chance, hard enough to start fights
 And the party still smooth enough to make 'em dance
 You see we getting cake in advance
 Acres of land, so I talk B.I., paper in hand
 I'm a boss C.I., snitching, I don't understand
 Tell you probably feel safer in the can
 Trust me, you don't like me, then bust me, or rush me
 Do something about it, yeah, nigga I doubt it
 [Chorus]