Sosa

[Verse] Minolta, devil exposure, wide-lens view Check credentials and niggas next to push the Benz through You know the glow iced out rings, long doe Spandex, Moshino, hoe bitches lettin' they thongs show I played the game, took plenty paper, still remain the same Asian name, barrel link chain, lettin' my piece hang Domestic, no more crime play but still connected It's ethics, calculated steps through geometrics Waves spinnin', double shades of beige linen '97 expedition, displayed with all the trimmins Travel light, push the LS on casual nights Have you ever puffed the chalice weed pipe? That shit will have you right I roll dice, tryin' to divorce from this cold life Used to sell coke on the strip, but now I hold mics And plan soon to pack and vacate somewhere in Cancún Escape to a cozy estate filled with mad rooms Furnished up, too many foul niggas, time to turn it up Push about a buck and shift gears, burn the clutch 'Cause it's like this, for these chips I strike swift Preciseness, precious jewels of life — that's priceless I payed my dues, and through it all, I never trade my shoes Cash rules, new crews who made the news We all for paper, I guess greed is just a second nature Indeed, shots of Henrock and weed'll escalate ya Some mostly touch along the line crossed up I took the shortcut, puffin' on blunts, bustin' off nuts The night type, love dime bitches and night life Casino dice, sexy strip dancers and white ice I seen the movie, most of you niggas couldn't move me Truly, it's like a 6-shot ruger against a Uzi So bust or run, or cock back, bust your gun But I fake none, I remain like the sun Bless the strong livin', intellect and long vision Connects in prison, and real niggas wit' recognition So respect the mission Vol. 1, second addition, the next dimension Dotted line — sign your deposition