Prospect Park West lyrics

Yo, yo, yo
Flyin down Prospect Park West, the spliff hittin my chest
Long dough, he look like Shenron
I transfer me some money I can spend on
M. Bison, I'm the boss
New standard set on courts, black until I'm hoarse or a corpse
Laid in the mausoleum, here lies the franchise
The key holder of the enterprise who set aside pride to ride
I smile, I knew the sun would rise in time
Celebrate the grind
b*tches sit and whine, most the time they be men
Left with no instructions how to get it in
I got a million friends, I only trust 'bout 4 or 5 of 'em
To really speak in confidence or split some money up in private with
Cause n*ggas do all kinda sh*t if you ain't privy how they divvy in the city
It's 8 million stories, most of 'em sad and boring
How I see I'm tryin be, I'm knowin life is never one thing
I learn to see what it bring, and not to trust everything
I'm tryna smoke dope and let my angels sing

It was days I ain't have, I just had to sit still
On them days I ain't have, n*ggas had to skip meals
It was days I ain't have, I could see who was real
On them days I ain't have, you could see us in the field, n*gga

Yeah, yeah, yeah
It was days I ain't have, I just had to sit still
On them days I ain't have, n*ggas had to skip meals
It was days I ain't have, I could see who was real
On them days I ain't have, you could see us in the field