Not Enough Words

Statik Selektah

Playing through the broken ankles, man

Never sit down, cause I'mma stand up

Book a ticket to the tropics cause

I’m through with all the shit

That I'm living every day, in the mirror saying why me?

Hide my eyes cause I'm sickened with the image

Of using marijuana, sipping vintage for the time being

My skills set is very serious, in fact

Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the cow's back

Throw it on the grill, I'm cooking in the stew

Same shit that's on the grill gave me leather for the boot

If they make me take the stand then I'm lying through my teeth though

Ask to swear to God but in that I don't believe though

My man Stevie Mo playing safety for Toledo

Hustle 'til my fingers staying cheesy like a cheeto

Shorty on the bed pleasuring my pee pee

Smart crew TCN, lyrical graffiti

Drug roll precise, like a hooker with the dice

Butcher with the knife, you get tooken for your life

So much to say it's so little time and shitty

Killer Queens the borough, New York be the city

Coming crazy out your mouth will get your split up like a philly

Running through the maze like I'm Willie, you gotta feel me

I’m moving forward cause nothing's gonna be the same

Eyes blurry from the smoke, I can't see the lane

Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap

I'm looking for a problem so I'm modeling the gat

Somebody save me, cause I don't wanna go to jail

I'd rather be up in the mansion for the polo sale

But I'm here, stuck inside my thoughts

I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts

My life is like a movie, Blizzard with the shottie

Hookah house on Roosie chilling in the lobby

Yes I'm living gnarly, the 40 ounce of Barley

Open up cigars and fill 'em with a bunch of Marley

Double cut porterhouse straight from Luger's

Ruger for intruders hand to hand made by the duelers

Ginger ale in Knicks glasses, your style is piss mothafucka

Time to flip the mattress, kick it swift as Cassius

My mind is stronger than Mariusz Pudzianows

Obvious to see I'm a star straight off the couch

You rapping with a blouse, you get slapped up side the mouth

By the Zangief look-a-like, Bronson always cooking right

Spray the vinegar to tighten up a yummy

Smoking got me squinting like the sky is high and sunny

Attachment on the nozzle make the iron fire funny

Never stop until my body diving in a pile of money

I'm already smoking like a gunshot

You know the fuzzy light green, call it Dunlop, flow nun's twat

Many hours, one man standing, one spot

From the morning to the mothafuckin' sun drop

Cause I'm one with the Earth, eyes red

Mothafucka I've been blunted since birth, age 9

Mom dukes kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair spray

Fuck tomorrow, money coming in the fast way