im still standin..   this for the rap gods..      (andre)   i tried to earn wings but, i think i grew horns   and maybe thats why mc's rock me like porn    flowin like the water in the mississippi river   i suppose it grows in the hennessey sipper, thank me   to do a show, and we tryin to do a palace, like a midnight jet,   my soul roams off to dallas,   its somethin like cream when we hustle on the scene   other mc's and freaks wanna join the team   dealers would fly, ride the engines of pimps   the colors were candy coated, incredible rims   and my dreams of what people sayin, dont get a job   i realize now it was all the rap gods   i slither through the streets like a boa constricter   on my car dashboard got the gangsta pictures   sportin leather and energy , could that be me?   smokin weed listenin to run DMC?   my repute wass a rap child, emotions of steel   represent with no crew man, your life is sealed   add a two's of all kinds, with gun zippers in em'    see notes dont last long, we cant wait to spin em'   oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and clothes   maintain my women, clown the rest of these hoes   man, my festive up braid the truth of a rhyme   after restin on jeopardy to my lifetime grind   im like an angel thats high smoken' weed up in heaven   we're as crooked as reverends, b-ball playground legends   triangle, some say sinsanati bang goes, stars fangle   hand cold as chris krango, we break hearts   and crack rib praps, take trips far    shop at the gap, ten by the rap gods   shoot the git, so i blessed it with some weed, bacon, eggs and grits   i can block the sun, like a solar-eclipse   my homie said he had a yaght but i dont mess with ships   the freak, said she hated dope dealers, they clock they ends,   i said which is why ur payin this rapper then   nickatina, im something like simbad the sailor   dress in red and black, the true signs of a raider