WHEEL OF FORTUNE Lyrics

Come and take a ride

Thru my genius mind

You don't have to be Einstein

Just to flip a pie

But you gotta be Einstein

Nigga to survive

Cause I was outside

When ya was still inside

Ripping thru the streets

Im in the sickest rides

96 Rocafella whips

The buggy eye

My shit on kit and rims

Just a bit more fly

Cross my heart

Hope to die

Strike me if i'm lying

I flew choppers across the sky

Since 2005

So the day they killed Kobe

Shit I almost cried

Im watching all these riots

Witnessing the fires

I walk right thru the fire

We gon be alright

Damn I rose

Shit I'm from the Gutta

No sand on toes

High crime waves

Where niggas brandish toast

For name brand clothes

Niggas will kill you

Just to lamp with hoes

Sell their sole

The next day they're broke

Seen white girl snatch

Niggas souls

Like Amber Rose

Before Amber Rose

God damn I'm cold

Niggas cant pull my coat

I'm like John Snow

Draped in animals

If you happen to catch me

On your camera phone

Them niggas posers nigga

I just pose

Thats the difference nigga

I suppose

My nigga hype

Texted my phone

Said you a rapper now

I texted em back

Laugh out loud

I'm bout to back em down

Pack a bag the real is back in style

The boy is back in town

Like Toy Story

The cities sound

Scorching wheel of fortune

I should buy a vowel

The kid was wild

But I figured it out

With them birds

I had good service

Hear me now?

Feds had their antennas up

Was a little loud

In the matte black Jaguar

A nigga prowled

Smiling ear to ear

Shit look at me now

One of my greatest creations

Was I made it out

Scraping plates in Taos

Curtains closing

On vintage Maybachs

I should take a bow

Run thru paper like paper towel

I don't play around

Bitches laid em down

If her ass is well rounded

I'm well endowed

You all I need

Like Mary J and Meth Tical

One time for Staten Isl

Living lately

Thank god I wasn't 18 in the 80's

My family more AZ than Jay Z

Their rap sheets

Fuck niggas up like Tay Keith

They making bail

They don't make beats

Panics attacks

My heart crash

Feel like my karma's

Been paying me back

For all the foul shit in my past

I close my eyes at night

I still hear pistols crack

I never gave a fuck

Now I'm giving back

My thoughts scrambled

Feel like Michael Schumacher

On tracks

This marathon

With this gat in my lap

Facts

I don't know 1 nigga

With a platinum plaque

Music my therapy

Keep me relaxed

I don't smoke no weed bro

I don't trust those packs

Had the plug out with the growers

But I turned my back

If I cant stand on it

Then I'm stepping back

There ain't no cash

That can leverage my path

Im gone