Texty:
Story At The Still Point

At the still point, the still point At the still point of desire At the still point, the still point At the still point of desire At the still point, the still point At

was just as I thought The kids were cracking up laughing at the clothes Mom bought And those who weren't laughing still had a ball Because they were pointing

of this desert eagle Flappin, we splittin caps friend remember when niggas would shoot joints Now niggas be wildin' placing hollow points Cause in this rat race, shit be moving at

will be. Down at the edge, close by a river. Close to the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by the corner. Down at the edge, round by

! And I said to my mom, I said, "Hey, mom, what's up with all the sauerkraut?" And my dear, sweet mother, She just looked at me like a cow looks At

that I'm wit it I'll give anything for passin' and take to it back A hustlin' little brother with crack But now I grind a little bit harder Harder my niggaz stories

demon Hit you up, leave your whole face screaming, what you in for kid? Busting nuts, taps heard of million street stories caught inside this trap Who are you to look at

Dawg run up in it Fuck a bitch for about 30 minutes Real player-like, straight to the point Bust a nut while I'm smokin' a joint Stop fuckin', still

off, back on my feet now Headed to the sky, can't even see down Award shows, I poured my heart out And people still steady trynna point my flaws out And