Johnny Cash
You feeling empty?
You feeling empty?
Let me fill this up. Uh
Let me fill this up. Check
Mr. Cream. A-V-E-N
Yo, yo
My life is paper
But not about the money (uh)
I'm about the cash
But the one that sounds like Jhonny
Blaze
Have a taste of what I brought
You could know just what I did
But you can't get inside my thoughts
Cream
It's the dream of what you spit. (uh)
Sick
Is what I make without a kick
Yo, style
Bring your own one like a handgun
I'm God's son
Mixing life with rap and rum (uh)
Drop the sample
I got the gamble (yeah)
Show me your lines
Nigga I'll chop up your tounge
Black lungs
Like the ink that I just wrote it with
I got shit wrapped up
Inside a golden gift
Take two and pass it off
With Hennessy (one, two)
Get off my dick
Live your life and let me be (now...)
What I want to be
Like Kweli and Hi-tek
I introduce the Flava
It's TeoCream and AvenRec
That's it
Yeah
What?
Writer/s: Mateo Valencia Correa
