Street fidda didda daaamm. Laaalaaalaaa. Lalalalala. (Yesss). Laaalaaalaaa. Lalalala. (Let's go). And I ain't gotta tell ya'll who I be. Cause 100 hundred doller bills dey like baller ID.
You packed your bags, I heard you left last night. You left a world of broken hearts. You couldn't tell us why. You only made us cry. Like in '64. The days are long the gloom is hid by night.
Shall I stay or go. Through the door. Will the pen to flow. Watch the stars. Sleep's a chore. The moon is growing cold. It hangs like a sliver of tin.