Inside Paroles

My first apartment was really covered with roaches
Cause niggas was really smoking
Gotta say that as of late I been busy with business mostly
Got a tape? Catch a wave, now you in the industry ocean
Missing out on your boat, I been figuring out my own fish
Home gets distant, we working, I'm on the road again
Cold and his spirits is bursting up out the Trojan, man
Fridge full of spirits and the crib mirror mirror
Let me hear why the niggas that's the peers see and hear us
Then mimmick the fucking motions, man
Keep the circle close, let them niggas front in the cul-de-sacs
Friendly with the chosen, the rest is getting the poker hand
Face-drinking smoker, it help me duck when emotion jab
Fame is the culprit who give me drugs without owing cash
Sipping 'til I melt
Never trying me, I'm diving, falling victim to myself
Middle finger to the help
When it's problems I don't holler, rather fix 'em all myself
When it's looking like it's quiet for you this the shit to yell

I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper
And lately I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily