Uzi on My Instagram

[Verse 1: Spark Master Tape] And now my uzi up on instagram And now my uzi up on instagram I moved from moving just a floozy to like 50 grams I'm talking kilo I'm dreaming of leaving a life of goons filled with demons But I look into the mirror, I know I always see them Smash that, can afford, New one can't even pay no more Barely rock payments on my ninety four Ford Sold my leather ?Crest? Honda Accord And with this life that I live, I'd never choose to get kids They just be used to my bitch, not giving milk cause she sick I've been watching B.E.T. since I was three And I really wish that my pops would've showed me that shit ain't real Cause now I got a piece... Of the puzzle, that I use with a ‘live’ potatoe on ‘the’ damn muzzle Now you french fry, french fry, would you have an apple pie [Hook: Alicia Keys] It's been a while, I'm not who I was before You look surprised, your words don't burn me anymore Been meaning to tell you, but I guess it's clear to see Don't be mad, it's just the brand new kind of me [Verse 2: Spark Master Tape] Yeah, it's getting colder When the AK ain't sleep, keep that on my shoulder Strapped like a guitar, tired like a soldier I'm strapped like a retard, mama should've told ya Spark'll put two G's on ya forehead like Soulja Paper Platoon (What kind of SWOUP you makin'?) I swear to God - Sparkin' We on