life-aholic Told?em all these beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit..(Ha) The alpha to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy cane Worn without the other
the down low (but now people' bout to know me) the signifigance of this is get you bliss and keep you hungry my style never duplicated it metaphores constently while other
) Oh I'm not real cause I pop pills? Bring your block to my block nigga get your whole block killed Don't let the "Purple Pills" shit confuse you One
Recognition Award [Purple Pills starts playing], To none other than my man, Big, Proof! [Proof 1] Pssh, Damn man, My city love me, I love my city man
I'm a T R A P S T A R Got the city on lock, big shoes on the car And she likes it, ay and she likes it Got the city on smash Streets on click clock Eighty
I Still Grabbed 5 Got A Green Leave In The Glovebox Outside We Can Rollin It In The Crib And Smoke It In The Ride And Parol Teh City Streets Like We The
(Schife) Gucci this, Louis that, I?m on my designer shit, Presidential top notch, Only rock the finest shit Purple label new cavallis, aint no body fly
you might not want to be there. Dead straw to gold bar spin fiber. Lost and fond in a smitten kitten's incisors. They Aphrodite all over the burgle of a purple
She is the queen of anarchy, I am the only one who cares I met her in Minnesota over some pizza and diet soda She's into pain and Purple Rain I'm into
(Racks) Racks on racks on racks Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back Cyhi The Prynce Got racks on racks on racks, y'all rap so wack on wax Purple by
cigarette and try to comprehend Judicial system got me wishing I was president I got a grudge against the judgment that's irrelevant I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligence Shit, every other
fish should be But oh God Under the weight of life Things seem brighter on the other side You see this crazy man decided not to breathe He turned red and blue - purple
pleasure spots in the city And if I walk in, my person screams I'm obviously out of place My shoes don't kick one over the other So much as they
's the nigga with the nasty flow and the clean rag six-four With the D's spinnin' I can bag a hoe Top down, so my rag can show, whatever in the dutch Purple
church's in the hood sell chicken Every nigga in the hood sell chickens move work like city buses You fuckin' with the Hub City Hustler The vans on
man comin atcha with this fat shit Y'all bitches grab a hold of this shit And hold this shit tight Word up Yo, I'm your typical nigga from the city Most
choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp I'm still trill, working the wheel, it's pimpin' at it's finest We playas of the year, you other
his bed No more than a baby feeding swans on the river Holding the hands of his mother And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread And his father on the other