Chamber of Misery Pt. IV lyrics

Mind of the player creep Brother so clean, Cadillac fiend Coming there live from the bottom of the map Pop trunk on your ass, no more player than me Ain't shit that's realer, the thriller, the trill Thick in the waist, had to cook me a meal Fuck with them bitches, they bury you deeper They letting you sleep out in the side the hill Step in my Reeboks, you can't even walk Bet your ass when it's dim, you get lost She know the difference a bum and a boss It's the mackin' attack when I talk Light up the big and I'm startin' the fuse I do what I do and I know they gon' choose Follow the code and you always stay golden I guarantee then that you will not lose