Statik Selektah - Not Enough Words lyrics

Statik Selektah Playing through the broken ankles, man Never sit down, cause I'ma stand up Yo book a ticket to the tropics cause I'm through with all the sh** That I'm living every day, in the mirror saying why me? Hide my eyes cause I'm sickened with the image Abusing marijuana, sipping vintage for the time being My sk**s 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 sh** 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 sh**ty k**er 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 or Rosie 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 Knick's gla**es, your style is piss mothaf**a Time to flip the mattress, kick it swift as Ca**ius 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 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 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 mothaf**in' sun drop Cause I'm one with the Earth, eyes red Mothaf**a I've been blunted since birth, age 9 Mom dukes kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair spray f** tomorrow, money coming in the fast way 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 (We never talk there was a time when there wasn't enough words to say)