Lyrics Places - Fed-X

Places

«Look around you, you see two cops, uhhhh»
«Couple of off-duty cops and a judge,»
«Now I wouldn’t have a second’s hesitation about blowin'
Off your head right here right now in front of 'em»
«Now that’s power you can’t buy, that’s the power of fear»
Jolly Rancher’s my favorite color look at my jewels
Fruit of the Looms in the my bracelet I’m worldwide touring
Alotta diamonds from different places, I’m international
The world trade I’m cuttin' ends on a jet plane
Frozen water in my chain come and ice skate
It’s the god the commissioner of the ball game
Better yet I’m cyber ballin' off the internet
The super spender blowin' guaps at the Beverley Center
It’s summertime but this ice got me feelin' winter
She’s all emotional these bitches gettin' sentimental
I’m sunset two o’clock in the mornin'
Sports coupin' through the traffic it’s a strike when I bowl it
I’m a rich nigga, Richmond Cali on my pendant
The south the north and central even hilltop’s in it
Never the less I love to move classy, I love to stay jazzy
I just left the Caymans and I’m still acceptin' payments
I blew my firm on it out before the arrainment
Back to the streets my life I couldn’t change it
New rims new car see I’m a hood star
Them grown mens is claustrophobic on a suicide
Diamonds cocas hoes and guns
I know the government is after me where should I run
It’s a cold game, twenty birds in my cargo
Coachin' cars wid foreign hoes wid the Isotoner