cause the world's gettin colder,
baby let me hold yaTalk to my Guns like they fly Bitches
All you bustas best to run look at my bitches
Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true
Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say)
I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse
full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend
AS I WALKED AWAY FROM THE SCENE AND ENTER MY PORSCHE...& DROVE AWAY.