New Era

[Intro] Yeah P, dot, L, dot, K As we continue on... With the 5 and Better Series Volume 4 on the way! Yea, any day! Who wanna play? Huh? [Verse] Louis V tee and I'm skiing in European Pussy you ain’t seeing, I G’em and put the key in AM to PM, I’m treeing, Louis with three and Moving the V and, Korean off sour D’ing My blood temperature give you a chill So I don’t give a fuck how they feel, never have, never will Blue steel quarter mill leather wheel You crazy? Glue your trap shut never squeal Bunch of disrespectful shit said until Shit hits the fan, fans I am no more than a man Manslaughter in no order, and my flow water Aura, way out of the era, clever Invisible set of sparkles on my sweater Herringbone stone, shorty gives dome then I dead her The new jack years are full of old nigga reminiscing And the computer’s the new television And my swagger back in the day Cause the new shit got faggoty ways Feet kick you out of the throne, gravity waves Lips sink ships, confidentiality raised Look around, it ain’t hard to tell my life is sweet I get down, a nigga will chop your head off if you cheat You’re a clown, beat down, dead out on the streets And my sound, chopped down heroine on the beat No sleep, recession hit bet I’m gonna eat 6’4” chair, seven on my feet, never known my peak Mary Jane knock I answer with open arms And every weekend’s a smoke-a-thon Money, only thing I’ve really been focused on I left niggas with nothing that’s really dope too long Reborn, haters don’t even get a whole song One verse, one hearse, one burial gone Saphire as I laugh by ya, I’m that flyer And my stash higher, than a crack buyer Vroom, smoking like a back tire You don’t talk on the phone you ducked a tapped wire Don’t fuck with the ticking time bomb Get your picture found on This is 50 dot com (log on) My life’s the bomb, with sticky Chron-Chron Got the G of the mack with me, Mr. Don Juan