Yeah,Locksmith You already know Flower,I’m in the shop,fellows High rises with dark windows and start halos I used to start thinking that these rappers had bread ‘til I saw one at the party sitting next to… Now this is just an observation Last year I couldn’t even have this conversation I’ve been exposed to hoes in my groupies And basketball wide help niggaz to reach … The chasing of success getting stolen It still allots me Catch a contact for a contract… Stuck in this lab with talent It’s not a fact,I could steal Wide rappers with backs I’d rather see them actors Instead of only instrumental hits the memo Bad women approach me Watch closely when I sense the memo Away from Gitmo to demonstrate my skill …Is this the lifestyle I always dreamed about? Pretty women and pretty vices And your public life makes you choose another direction The industry is cold as fuck You are in depression You’re buggin’ me with questions We are direct and cold It ain’t room for 2 light niggaz So pick another profession Not a fucking chance Lyrics is by nature …I decline your favors ,spotless hater I’d rather suffocate myself and ask for help What you would define as paper Is paper thin And that’s what niggaz eat within …you dropped a mixed paper Get in,get in I’m trying to forget about your last joint You are on fire Sort of like you are on your last joint The last point is no point in tryin’ to pursuit him