Lost in This Haze

I'm in and out like S-E-X. Time is money, cut the check. Ain't gonna lie

though, if it's good, I mean really good, run it back.

So St. Louis wherever I'm at, under your skin like a TAT.

Yep, that mean I keep a Gat. Yep, each clip for

thirty pack. Help these niggas, hold me back. All I see is red and

black. Fred Sanford, Malcolm X. No retreat, no relax.

We ain't gonna need no ambulance. Me and the streets go hand-in-hand. See you,

he gonna buy land. He buggin' out like doomsday. Never wait just