Black Sheep

Sinner's row, I'm a pro, bitch you let em know
Heart of gold sold for a bit of blow
They pave the roads for the go getters hole diggers lost in the ditch with a soul bitter
Roll with it like a motorcade
Presidential with it know the name
Post up wit the dubs 'cause I own the game
Call me Larry Bird with them swishers
Let it burn skip the premonitions
Feel the hurt but you on a mission

Throw it back for the black sheep
Pop bottles for the rap sheet
Get a rise that I so need
Coke fiend skip the codeine
Sip a 40 feeling mean like I'm Joe Greene
Falling out but the cold is passing
Coats off feel the breeze on the road to massive
Keep your eyes on the prize not the gold your lacking
And I'm about to celebrate all the goals I'm passing

Making big bombs like I'm Ford with the Pinto
Pig roast cooking with some gas from the Citgo
Been dope looking for an ass on a Nympho
I'm toying with her going down call me Remco
Speak heat spit the Fire and the brimstone
Big dome got a bright mind but a dim soul
Shit hole damn the price high when you live low
Head down while the shit blows
Over
While the shit blows over
In a comatose while my blood flows colder
Blank face soldier
Waist strapped holster
Hand on the hip till the (Shit blows over)

I'm waving bye bye to the soul of mine
Bonafide ride wit a folded mind
On a dime gonna throw back liquor that I don't need
Wit a mind fried looking for the dope me
Swan song be I'm fucking wit my own dreams
Low key shit I'm making all my own beats
From the top down bound hope I don't drown this a countdown to when I'm on E

Throw it back for the black sheep
Pop bottles for the rap sheet
Get a rise that I so need
Coke fiend skip the codeine
Sip a 40 feeling mean like I'm Joe Greene
Falling out but the cold is passing
Coats off feel the breeze on the road to massive
Keep ya eyes on the prize not the gold ya lacking
And I'm about to celebrate all the goals I'm passing ahh

Trying to get around the world like I'm Sputnik
Something smelling real foul wit a pungence
Sunk in far too deep for me to function
Check the closet if you need some gumption
Chop me down I'm a chop ya down harder
On the grind, they blown away like some saw dust
Caught up in the game till I go insane
Or I drop dead like a martyr

Right back to the fold
Yelling beddie bye wit a credit roll
Fill a mold
Sit it down
Play a roll
Good god feeling pinnacle
In the penthouse hit the pick and roll
Ring the shots out going to kill em all
God damn feeling ready now
Feeling god damned but I'm in it now
Citadel
Tall walls going to give em hell
Locked down
Shot down
Picked up bring the cot round
Hopped out
Pop sounds 'cause I rolled in with the swat rounds