Tommorrow Aint Promised

We throw on what we can't blow on, fresh attire / Consuming

Chicken flavored oodles watching re-runs of the wire /

kraft cheese, texas pete, let's eat...A hot Roger wood

would make it all soo good. Grape kool-aid. Nunile on my waves

/ hit a lick extra thick, it had us smiling for days. I was a child in

my ways. In some ways, I'm still a child./

But everythings upside down now, including my smile.

I write on rappad alot, so what If I catch someone using my style./

My town is alot like Chi-town ..somewhere someone loosing a child,

Thats the main reason I flow, like the Nile river. Someone lost a child, nigga.

I'm just trying to make them smile, nigga. /

I cant give'm new cars, but I figure a few bars could make their smile bigger.

I got Ramen noodle dreams..that gleam triple beam nickle green

, I make models goggle wit listerene then tell me what the holy Apostle mean.

Stacking dollars like Cleflo

. I keep that deisel premium like petro. They squeeze but cant let go.

I drop a shortie quicker than a call on Metro.

while boosting up their mobile.

I give'em a few hits then do them like Diddy did Total.

I put that Flavor in ya ear like bad boy Craig Mack /

Howcome, in every black club, all the noise in the back /

and just like Santa , I carry toys in the sack / Cause the whole

club got munchies and only one chips ahoy in the pack.