River Phoenix

[Verse 1: Mattfew Ragazino] Pants sagging and my hat low Show up to your black and white affair in my bathrobe Furry slippers, Polo socks, what an asshole No class, no coupe, so irrational Can't explain, he's insane, must be bath salt Molly crew, paper gang, money back coat You could tell by mopping shoes and her back bloak You could tell by (?) shoes and her back broke Sad, but shed your crocodile tears (?) medley 'till that be a pants here Nobody think shit stinks untill it's smeared in your face Motherfucker now take a look in your mirror Fuck your life, pussy nigga, fuck your life This my third, I died twice, might fuck once, but not twice, no New Jersey drive, hot wire, joy rider Get a (?), kick her out, sky dive her Death Row, only thing that we missing is Suge I stood over your misses, I'm so misunderstood I look down at the top of a scalp Real niggas know what I'm talking about When she go home you give her mouth to mouth Two roads diversed, I emerged on a paper route Rick James, I'll stand on your freaking couch Bottles of (?), I'm balling; Timothy Couch I'm in the building, my nigga, I'm in the house I'm in the building, my nigga, I'm in the house Embracing my angels, dancing with demons I'm overdosing; River Phoenix [Verse 2] That mean I'm tailing since pale Flyest thing in the field Got your bitch naked in heels Iron steeming my bills Implemented my game, re-instated that real Flow is like persian brown, define Hollywood heels This shit is genius, how I slide in seamless Supply the sequence with some G shit, break it down to pieces (?) the real, I rock the colosseum Got niggas with just like Wakim, you couldn't win by cheating Beasting on anything that you press play Rotten with (?), stick it intention in the West Bank Fresh franks, line up the wallet inside the skylids pocket So if that convo ain't about dollars ain't got time to chop it Stop it, hater, you don't really know what you're doing Y'all niggas sweet, who you think you're fucking fooling? Heard they out there fronting on the kid You never know hard that wallet is untill you run into it [Verse 3] Beefing whoever we after equals disaster Uno when it comes to that China, he Zen master LV the loafer, while sitting on sofa We bow tie killers, classy enough for a coaster Worldwide paper, ho, we globally getting dough Mami got good brain, I just get it and go Fuck these niggas talking, they ain't talking shit If we ain't freaking like (?) I just talk to your bitch I'm from the hood where they pistol play Shoot who's talking, you could get killed over the shit you say All I need is a bad bitch with patron and an ounce Ass fat, and he gotta be good with her mouth I chase money, N.Y by ways of the south Tear the town up, a couple of grand, and I'm out Out, third strike, you're in jeopardy, nigga About my strikes, blowing that whistle, no referee, nigga Surving in concrete hard for refugee nigga You fucking with me you on (?) the ecstacy, nigga Niggas broke, cut corners, becoming whinos Know it's a (?) when you clash with a rhino