Comic Books

[Chorus:] Wrap the wax around the joint Then I sprinkle it with keef All you engines take heat To the motherfuckin chief We in em streets beamer slam Like Nick Folley falling through the cage See me gettin highest in the stage I swear my life is like a real life Comic book, homie, lemme take you to the next page [Verse 1:] I'm in a maze, gettin lost in the city I currently rome an prolly smoking, pushing something I can't currently own You ain't really bout that shit you be verbally on And you confront like you ain't know But you heard of me, holmes Look, thrill ass niggas that kill tracks wit bun Marijuana reign hash begun, this time act-tzion Main bitch Spanish, got a Asian on the side Know how to work a stick, sometimes I let her drive Gold wheels wit the green, don't mean that I'm lucky Been eating real good, you can see that I'm chubby Time to move to Miami, cause I heard we don't die If I do leave, then I'm goin high On another cloud, I ain't talkin bout 9 to 10 I'm talkin full time, neva clockin in Because I'm standing on my job, belly, you I cut alive Put it down for my motherfucking squad, jets, nigga [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Caesar, 72nd issue, that paper be the shit I'm into Get the tissue, roll up to the venue Forging all them insues, cut em down Them bitches tryna fuck on now Why wait around? When the EP cross the hood of my vintage Corvette What you expect? I write from experience, I won't tell you about it Until I did the shit. This must be yo first day around the grace You lookin all outta place. Don't say nutten stupid, home boy Save face! We eatin ova here, say Grace Before we partake in saute vegetables an steak Off a golden engraved plates Jet life, recline behind Martin Crime Gates 25 grand on drinks, my neighbors admire my taste We whilin at the Babylon Club, $500 for a bunch of fuckin grapes Nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I’m still amazed by the fact these fools don’t know who I be Chico, no design like me An from my eyes I see visions of champagne an new foreigns Bed nights niggas just snoring I slap the shit out of [?] An kicked her outta the whip just fo bein a diva You gotta eat the cake if you wanna really ride with a star If not get yo weak ass outta the car I’m switch gears like i switch clothes I got boys so i switch [?] Rap nights, got the sick flos See in the paper niggas got up out this game We goin get more, an put some switches on the 6 4 An put some bags on the M5 V28 BBS style 5S on that bitch when i skate Go bolts on the spokes wood wheel with the gloves Cruise life, bitch you wanna join the club [Chorus]