[Black Cobain:]
You can roll something up
I can't hear me in these head phones, I don't know 
what's wrong
Can you hear me out there
Yeah
Uh, listen for rumors I know that they coming
And everybody plotting on me like I ordered something
Yeah
Listen for rumors I know they coming
And everybody plotting by the way, like I owe them 
something
But this is what we all had envisioned
Sucker free, secret label shit
Pour spots with them bucket seats
And hope that your bitch stay down when you never home
You just hope your niggas understand when you're in 
your zone
I stop back through
Let her know that I never changed
But it's different when you're sitting in a lincoln 
then a range
Riding shot gun, cracking the window
Blowing some indo
Listening to what I just recorded up in the studio
[J. holiday:]
I can't leave you alone, I can't leave you alone
I can't leave you, oh you got me gone
And I can't get enough of you
I can't leave you alone, I can't leave you alone
I can't leave you, oh you got me gone
And I can't get enough of you
[Black Cobain:]
And I'm hearing, this is for you to know
Through the grape vine
All my ex's is miserable
Uh, we the realest in the city
Niggas think you swished up
They don't think that you busy
Addidas sweatsuits through TSA
Feels like I'm taking flights every other day
This feels like lavish life
When I was on my way
This feels like black's album
What more can I say
We did Prada's in '04
I'm not impressed
Got on my jiffy lubes, you can't trace the step
You don't know a killa til he kill ya
And all you niggas lookin unfamiliar
Shooting at my dreams
I hope you got good aim
Tyrna get my bitch, I hope you got good game
My nigga, this the life
And I don't feel no pain
Tell the club owner "more bottles of champagne"
[J. Holiday:]
I can't leave you alone, I can't leave you alone
I can't leave you, oh you got me gone
And I can't get enough of you
I can't leave you alone, I can't leave you alone
I can't leave you, oh you got me gone
And I can't get enough of you
And this will be the realest shit ever
To my bitch
Hope this will keep us together when you feel you wanna 
quit
October came, acquainted myself
Picture perfect
Uh, who knew that a love would surface
Uh, who knew that I would be tourin
Besides the nigga that I share this crown royal with
The song cries, shawty dry your eyes
Infatuated with tryna get this Mercedes 5
50 if you acting right
I just performed at a sold out crowd last night
The was reciting my words
I swear they turned me on
This accepting that the moment that I'm hardly home
I promise a lot, maybe I fractured them
But they ain't broken tho
I promise baby we gon make it til the poker knows
I might not say it a lot but I love you tho
Like I would let me go?
[J. holiday:]
See, I can't leave you alone
Oh you know I love you
Yeah from the booth to the block
Got do what I gotta do
Cause this shit won't stop
I can't leave you alone, I can't leave you alone
I can't leave you, oh you got me gone
And I can't get enough of you
I can't leave you alone, I can't leave you alone
I can't leave you, oh you got me gone
And I can't get enough of you