OMW

I went to sleep, slept on, woke up, im da man
I was plottin da plan, like da pots and da pans
Brought my momma a crib
Took my block to Japan
Gave my homies some bands
Told em hope they advance
I went to sleep, slept on, woke up, im da man
I was plottin da plan, like da pots and da pans
Went and brought me a Wraith, brought my baby da Lamb
Now we own an Estate, no more 80 a gram

Your a hustla, connect, and your own plug
Can't complain in a game, that you are own plug
Who is this nigga, he must of came from above
When he imbraces da hate and continues to show love
Sho nuff, you only worry about me doing me
On the outside of window of oppurunity
Me and da boss of bosses practice unity
No favor for a favor
Just dipomatic immunity
I remember my long days in court
When my people didn't bring thier fair share of support
My colonge is the heavist dope fumes
Would stay at the bottom with you
But theres no room
Your art wasn't for art rooms
Your character defects just make you a cartoon
From the womb, to the tomb, June back to June
The same 12 seperates midnight and noon

I went to sleep, slept on, woke up, im da man
I was plottin da plan, like da pots and pans
Brought my momma a crib
Took my block to Japan
Gave my homies some bands
Told em hope they advance
I went to sleep, slept on, woke up, im da man
I was plottin da plan, like da pots and da pans
Went and brought me a Wraith
Brought my baby da Lamb
Now we own an Estate
No more 80 a gram

I smell loud, but all i hear is the whispering
I catered to the hood, i know that the streets listenin
When we met i showed you that i was different then
Game interesting, i was pushin pawns for position then
Let me finish the story, you could inspect it later
I been the bomb, i just needed the detinater
You can tell that new money from far
When the style he have, does not match his car
Back then, when i didn't the devotion, resourses or the promotion
Was striving off of emotions
Im starting to think that you and ya mind are useless
All that time to think, you keep coming up with excuses
And like a nose, im feeling like your picking at me
Pulling out buggers, to roll em and flick em at me
And im guity of helping you pick a verict
If you can pick a style by now that i haven't murdered

I went to sleep, slept on, woke up, im da man
I was plotting da plan, like da pots and pans
Brought my momma a crib
Took my block to Japan, gave my homies some bands
Told em hope they advance
I went to sleep, slept on woke up, im da man
I was plotting da plan, like da pots and pans
Went and brought me a Wraith, brought my baby a Lamb
Now we own an Estate
No more 80 a gram