Every time i make a run, you turn around and cry, i ask myself why, oh why....
The smell of the whip when you open the door. camel plush inside a smooth black cherry body...long line build, wide and rides so smooth . the smell of cologne, gucci and armani suits...
Hands on the wheel and business as usual. success and another delivery done, intoxicated by the sharp musk of cash, the crisp reek of fresh bills..it catches somewhere in the chest and makes it feel full. that hunger, the endless, healthy appetite to double and multiply the prize. infinite times.
hearing things that didnt used to be for you before, the world that lies at your fingertips. The sharp dressed businessmen in cars across the parking lot, at the restaurant. Each new step emmbracing you deeper. watch closely, listen careful. pay attention. not just anybody gets chosen.
He didnt know what she had been up to lately. He heard she had been makin moves, movin things. Crazy he thought, she always was, I wonder just how far she is?
And the answer wasnt the thing he might expect, She got two phones, and shes busy. She was a fuckin natural. she climbed that ladder and he couldnt deny he was impressed, the things she had access to. big deals, large amounts, protection, business fronts, laundering, contracts. and he found her not over her head like he imagined...but right up to her chin, diving as deep as she could without choking, she was swimmin in it. gliding thru the liquid gold, sucking it in, breathing it, tasting it, living it feeding on it, gasping it in huge breaths of air, it was lighting her up from the inside, her steps were solid and sure and nothing soft about her.
Counting money, eyes behind the never missing blue shades. she wants it all and she dreams big. the chance to have it is in reach. Work hard, your dreams come true. make your future for yourself. Anything, anything you want in this world can be yours for the right price. You aint gotta be like the rest of em. at night her eyes close to a background of champagne colored satin, she sleeps wrapped in luxury, rolling in silk, traveling high above shoeboxes stacked full of cash into a vision of briefcases full, trunks of cadillacs filled with stacks. limosines and diamonds...... Getting there is the hard part, and dreaming is the fun. When you first start to really move closer and see it start to become real is the best time of all.
She said Im sorry but this is me. I gotta do this. This is how it works, Im on my way to big things. Im gonna be somebody. It will be all right, but i need to take a ride.
meetings, tinted windows, affiliates. rules, codes, eat it up , drink it in, its your movie you make the end, the power is yours. discussions and deals, wiretaps and investigations, warrants, the power....you make your own destiny. Take your own destiny. I want it all, the money, the cars , the clothes, the respect, the power, the fuckin penthouse on the top floor and the dope hole trap house deep in the hood where italian leather soles meet bare peeling linoleum... the world as far as i see, in the palm of my hand. to sit back and see all that I made. I want it, i want it, i want it....
See you got to understand, I can't work a nine to five, So I'll, Be gone til november.....
The smell of the whip when you open the door. camel plush inside a smooth black cherry body...long line build, wide and rides so smooth . the smell of cologne, gucci and armani suits...
Hands on the wheel and business as usual. success and another delivery done, intoxicated by the sharp musk of cash, the crisp reek of fresh bills..it catches somewhere in the chest and makes it feel full. that hunger, the endless, healthy appetite to double and multiply the prize. infinite times.
hearing things that didnt used to be for you before, the world that lies at your fingertips. The sharp dressed businessmen in cars across the parking lot, at the restaurant. Each new step emmbracing you deeper. watch closely, listen careful. pay attention. not just anybody gets chosen.
He didnt know what she had been up to lately. He heard she had been makin moves, movin things. Crazy he thought, she always was, I wonder just how far she is?
And the answer wasnt the thing he might expect, She got two phones, and shes busy. She was a fuckin natural. she climbed that ladder and he couldnt deny he was impressed, the things she had access to. big deals, large amounts, protection, business fronts, laundering, contracts. and he found her not over her head like he imagined...but right up to her chin, diving as deep as she could without choking, she was swimmin in it. gliding thru the liquid gold, sucking it in, breathing it, tasting it, living it feeding on it, gasping it in huge breaths of air, it was lighting her up from the inside, her steps were solid and sure and nothing soft about her.
Counting money, eyes behind the never missing blue shades. she wants it all and she dreams big. the chance to have it is in reach. Work hard, your dreams come true. make your future for yourself. Anything, anything you want in this world can be yours for the right price. You aint gotta be like the rest of em. at night her eyes close to a background of champagne colored satin, she sleeps wrapped in luxury, rolling in silk, traveling high above shoeboxes stacked full of cash into a vision of briefcases full, trunks of cadillacs filled with stacks. limosines and diamonds...... Getting there is the hard part, and dreaming is the fun. When you first start to really move closer and see it start to become real is the best time of all.
She said Im sorry but this is me. I gotta do this. This is how it works, Im on my way to big things. Im gonna be somebody. It will be all right, but i need to take a ride.
meetings, tinted windows, affiliates. rules, codes, eat it up , drink it in, its your movie you make the end, the power is yours. discussions and deals, wiretaps and investigations, warrants, the power....you make your own destiny. Take your own destiny. I want it all, the money, the cars , the clothes, the respect, the power, the fuckin penthouse on the top floor and the dope hole trap house deep in the hood where italian leather soles meet bare peeling linoleum... the world as far as i see, in the palm of my hand. to sit back and see all that I made. I want it, i want it, i want it....
See you got to understand, I can't work a nine to five, So I'll, Be gone til november.....
