Left No Evidence

歌詞

You gon' lose a lot of people when you better yourself Cold game We outside, though Numbers Ayy, ayy, uh, uh Numbers No second impression on first entrance Hits when I'm swingin' for the fences (Gone) A lot of shit I did I didn't mention A lot of shit I did for no credit and good intention A lot of shit that deaded friendship, uh Rappers basic, they lack imagination Backwards statements at me God blessed me for my acts of patience Roads that's leaving home like all the train tracks to stations Ran through a string of queens, the king is back to aces (Back to aces) A dirty game but I'm an optimist When they say it's all the same, I say the opposite Cook on the chopping block, crook if you choppin' bricks Put it in reverse 'til we fuckin' first then watchin' flicks Doin' cocky shit like makin' heat to floppy disks L.A. won't let me rock no ice without a hockey stick (L.A., L.A.) Think sun and dirty oxygen, ain't no boundaries boxin' him And ain't clockin' out or clockin' in I'm nasty, North Face with the rocket in it Half a (Uh) in my TUMI backpack, 'bout to rock the shit (Numbers) Doin' push-ups, I'm off the grid, clockin' in Count a half a ticket, then I wash hands and pay some bills I walked in the room and I light it up (Light it up) And I ain't even rock my ice today, it's a cold summer (Lookin' at this track enough, makin' sure them loads comin') You can keep the whole kitchen, nigga, just keep them bowls comin' Mind on a different mode, blow a hundred casual Invest a hundred casual, flip it to a hundred more I've been on ground patrol, tryna shake the black and white Chemist like Al in the kitchen when I whip the (Uh) Chops in the back seat, drop with the tan seats (Man) Nigga, don't compare me (Nah), I be in my own league (Numbers) Project baby, made it out, took a better route Fuck the drought, niggas want steam, bring the irons out Lions out (Pay me somethin' for low for this, check it out, uh) You niggas know the drill: you either get down or lay down Overseas base, SL coupe, no plates Blue tints in the FN match the blue face I'm too seasoned, push the F8 Spider for no reason I remember pushin' somethin' hot, had the touch of Jeezy It's too easy, I'm cool breeze, a new season Too genius, niggas feel me, uh