Insomniacs with pipe dreams hold torch acetylene to Cali green Not that nigga, know what I mean, my mind spray, then I flee the scene Don't flounder, still got the gat in your jeans This work turn man to machine, out for glitter and gleam Cream by any means, rush in like SWAT teams With more careful schemes than your neighborhood fiend My favorite pipe head, nigga named Fred, like what you need dread CDs, weed, or some sick head, his bitch only got one leg That's a pro-hoe and one Pro-Ked, Fred do whatever for the bread Take eight-balls to the head, told that nigga you gon' end up dead No sooner said, B&E in the first degree, lights came on He holding the TV, tried to pull a fast one, but this cat had a magnum I guess he was the fast one, one smoke I went to school with their son Kid tried to play dumb, like can't come over my moms is real sick No shit, we all seen her turning tricks, working the strip She suck his boys dick, on the low ain't that a bitch Trifling, one bedroom apartment stifling, kids dirty, kitchen frightening Summer time, two weeks the same trash Depressant like watching a custy smoke they stash Begging for more, no cash, fuck they ass Ain't no difference selling or smoking That little money get a nigga open You gon' get rich? Must be joking, or else coke token Ain't no [?] porter, you gon' need lawyers Fuck friends, they suppliers, they jerking you If they buyers they thinking 'bout murking you Where you stash, the cops'll know that too Cause there's a snitch in every fucking crew Taught baby the game blew, and you stuck In the middle with fed time and two-hundred dollar shoes Guess what you lose, pipe dreaming, glass dick semen Pregnant even, I came, I saw, now I'm leaving Pipe dreaming, glass dick semen Pregnant even, I came, I saw, now I'm leaving