[Verse 1: Spark Master Tape]
And now my uzi up on instagram
And now my uzi up on instagram
I moved from moving just a floozy to like 50 grams
I'm talking kilo
I'm dreaming of leaving a life of goons filled with demons
But I look into the mirror, I know I always see them
Smash that, can afford, New one can't even pay no more
Barely rock payments on my ninety four Ford
Sold my leather ?Crest? Honda Accord
And with this life that I live, I'd never choose to get kids
They just be used to my [bad word]  not giving milk cause she sick
I've been watching B.E.T. since I was three
And I really wish that my pops would've showed me that [bad word] ain't real
Cause now I got a piece...
Of the puzzle, that I use with a lot potato on a [bad word] muzzle
Now you french fry, french fry, would you have an apple pie

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
It's been a while, I'm not who I was before
You look surprised, your words don't burn me anymore
Been meaning to tell you, but I guess it's clear to see
Don't be mad, it's just the brand new kind of me

[Verse 2: Spark Master Tape]
Yeah, it's getting colder
When the AK ain't sleep, keep that on my shoulder
Strapped like a guitar, tired like a soldier
I'm strapped like a [bad word]  mama should've told ya
Spark'll put two G's on ya forehead like Soulja
Paper Platoon
(What kind of SWOUP you makin'?)
I swear to God - Sparkin'
We on