Ibn Inglor - Track 2 lyrics

My old styles dead n***a, you can't ride a ride that ain't there n***a You be their n***a, no friends over here n***as wonder why I'm lonely, b**h, You wonder why I'm only The n***a that can pull this God sh** cause you phony I wrote this in twenty, make it five of your hoes want to screw me Live from the south side ave., n***a what (Hold my mu'f**in' drink dog) I'll never give a f**, I'm about that n***a South side, send it up Altgeld Breed, talk that weed Ten racks G.P., talk that cream Walk that stream or plank n***a Givenchy sharks in that tank n***a Dive, hold your breath until you can't n***a, Gawd