MATRiX Lyrics

I be feeling like 50

I got the power

Callin the shots just like I'm Ghost

Grew up in the trenches

Jugg and finesse

There was no one giving out hope

I was sittin in the trap

Countin up a bag, forreal

Swerve thru traffic

Doing the dash, forreal

In this life there's a choice

Tell me are you gonna pick the red or blue pill

Diamonds freezin cold like anemic

I been a problem, cannot be defeat

Groupie bitches wanna show me cleavage

Smooth criminal, Mike Jack, Ima beat it

Can't paint you a picture black& white

It ain't easy describing my way of life

They say pressure can create diamonds

For either good or bad I'll paid the price

Whippin the work like gymnastics

A couple bands for the fabrics

This dick turned her into an addict

Don't play me like I'm your average

Her Loss turned loverboy into a savage

She gonna hit me with remember the time

Oh yea how could I ever forget

She ain't wanna stop till she got enough

Shawty here she sweating out her tracks

I done seen saw shit I was wish I didn't

I'm the type to put on, get your in position

But Niggas be hating having secret wishes

First they want your spot, then take your misses

Humble nigga, but ain't shit sweet

Got real hittas, who do the sweep

Wanna come outside it get risky

Ion need a crowd

We rolling 6 deep