Le$ (Boss Hogg Outlawz) - Comic Books lyrics

Feat. Curren$y (Hook) Wrap the wax around the joint Then I sprinkle it with keef All you engines take heat To the motherf**n chief We in them streets, beamer slam Like Nick 'fo he fall in the cage See me gettin' highs in the stage I swear my life is like a real life Comic book, homie, lemme take you to the next page (Verse) I'm in a maze, gettin' lost in the city I carry (???), pro'ly smoking, pushing smth I can't really own You ain't really bout that sh** you be verbally on sponsored links And you confront like you ain't know But you heard of me, holmes Look, thrill a** n***as that k** tracks wit bun Marijuana reign hash begun, this time act-tzion Main b**h Spanish, got a Asian b**h on the side Know how to work a stick, sometimes I let her drive Gold wheels wit the green, don't mean that I'm lucky Been eating real good, you can see that I'm chubby Time to move to Miami, cause I heard we don't die, n***a If I do leave, then I'm goin' high On another cloud, I ain't talkin' bout 9 to 10 I'm talkin' full time, neva clockin' in Because I'm standing on my job, belly, you I cut alive Put it down for my motherf**ing squad, jets, n***a (Hook) Wrap the wax around the joint Then I sprinkle it with keef All you engines take heat To the motherf**n chief We in them streets, beamer slam Like Nick 'fo he fall in the cage See me gettin' highs in the stage I swear my life is like a real life Comic book, homie, lemme take you to the next page (Verse: Curren$y) Caesar, 72md issue, that paper be the sh** I'm into Get the tissue, roll up to the venue Forging all them insues, cut 'em down, Them b**hes tryna f** on now Why wait around? When the EP cross the hood of my vintage Corvette Whacha expect? I write from experience, I won't tell ya I bother Before I did the sh**. This must be yo first day around the grace You lookin' all outta place. Don't say nothn stupid, home boy Say face! We eatin' ova here, say Grace Before we partake in saute, that's the bullsen steak Off for golden engraved plates Jet life, we recline behind Martin Crime Gates 25 grand on drapes, my neighbors admire my taste We whilin' at the Babylon Club, 500$ for a bunch of f**in' grapes n***a (Hook) Wrap the wax around the joint Then I sprinkle it with keef All you engines take heat To the motherf**n chief We in them streets, beamer slam Like Nick 'fo he fall in the cage See me gettin' highs in the stage I swear my life is like a real life Comic book, homie, lemme take you to the next page