They Told Me

[Verse 1] Jesus Christ, old Bill hit the meters right Its speaker night at my meeting at Cedar Heights Beaker night in my basement, take this Sneakers tied tight I've been running from the lameness Pied Piper with crime, I'm like Seamus Blame the state of the game on old age, I Take this bundle of shit and put the flame to it Put aim to anything and turn one to many things Turn dumb to wedding rings, hold shields ready Sling, C and SA, the term of a new age Turn a page, same boring ass story Tales of the forlorn glory of past kings That's it, gas and match lit Plus got guns and shit under the mattress Weed in the satchel, bitch acting ratchet Its fear and loathing on a triple seven boeing I slash it [Hook 2x] They told me I'd be here, next year In the same clothes, with the same whip They told me I'd stay broke, with the hoes Same grub, like they know [Verse 2] I need some gold on the wrist, couple inches on the dick With some Cali to twist and a super bad bitch You can have this if you selling to the devil My humanity is worth a couple karats in the bezzle My sanity is twisted like a ball game pretzel And they all came to take apart the pieces of my left hand So that any motherfucker that still stand Get stacked like a bag of sand, on the front lines I want mines with a motherfucking bow tie Bowflex, bow jacks, bow gust, and rhymes fly And I ain't having that, your boy's on the almanac Take it all in the car, Napoleon, rip your bones apart Home and dark in the chest of an acronym The poison, filling up your cavities, I'm stacking g's Yeah, yeah, that sounds like the good life Next year I'll be my own planet, good night [Hook]