Before I lay my head down to rest,
I roll up a nickel sack of cess to relieve the stress.
Steele, “Wontime,” from Smif-N-Wessun’s Dah Shinin’, 1995
Before I lay my head down to rest,
I roll up a nickel sack of cess to relieve the stress.
On the real, fuck your opinion.
I made it this far, and you broke.
I only drink Cristal, or Imperial Moet,
No more weak ass Rose, that’s why the game too sweet.
We don’t wear tight ass clothes, we don’t do down South beats,
That ain’t New York–I restore our identification,
‘Cause dick-riding never been a form of transportation.