Testi In Da Wind - Lil' O, Chamillionaire, Killa Kyleon

In Da Wind

It’s like uggggh, oooh I’m in the wind\nMan it feels good, to finally have some ends\nLike uggggh, oooh I’m in the wind\nLet the top down, in my drop top Benz like uggggh\nI’ve been down, for so long\nThinking bout the times, the game did O wrong\nSo long, to heartache and pain I’m so strong\nThe struggle made me a man, how can I go wrong\nWith a heart like this, and a grind like this\nSo many haters, didn’t wanna see me shine like this\nBut I took chances for my bread, I did time for this\nI deserve every diamond, that outline my wrist\nSo when you see me out flipping, and I’m looking fantastic\nTop flipping in my trunk, like it’s doing gymnastics\nKnow a playa had to grind, for his cash and his plastic\nTry to take it if you want, got the thang I’ma blast it\nGot the system going knock knock, looking like a top notch\nPlaya from the South, from the chain to the wrist watch\nFat Rat with the Cheese, man that boy is a stunner\nYou don’t like it top down, middle finger’ll fuck ya\nIt’s like uggggh, oooh I’m in the wind\nMan it feels good, to finally have some ends\nLike uggggh, oooh I’m in the wind\nLet the top down, in my drop top Benz\nLike uggggh, oooh I’m in the wind\nMan it feels good, to finally have some ends\nLike uggggh, oooh I’m in the wind\nLet the top down, one deep no friends like uggggh\nIt’s like the more I’m making, the more I’m enjoying taking\nTalking my list of Fort Lauren London, to Nia Lathan\nSitting in some’ing, should of take the chicks you boys is dating\nYou call it black on black, I’ma call that coordinating\nHustlers acknowledge me, but busters ain’t trying to see\nPresident treatment, as we step in the Obama suites\nIt ain’t no shoulda woulda, no coulda or probably\nYou know that obviously, could never apply to me\nMoney so Roger Clemens, it honestly gotta be\nPumped full of HGH, and plus it ain’t minor league\nYou know I’m what these rappers, is dying and trying to be\nOne thing that you never heard me saying, is I would sleep\nI been doing this heavy, since when you wasn’t ready\nMaking moves on the celly, got candy threw on my Cheve\nGot you booing the telly, bout to get threw on the belly\nI show up and I bet she bust, and get loose as a levy\nA long way, from worries and stressing\nNow I’m just running through paper, I call that counting my blessings\nWhich way is up like I build, don’t know no other directions\nI’m GPS’ing them bills, ain’t got no time for no resting\nWrestling with money, yeah I’m Stone Cold\nNow rock them rocks like Dwayne, my jewelry’s stone cold\nMy wallet prolly like Batista, full of dead politicians guess I’m a undertaker\nRavish and rick rude to these bitches, when it comes to paper\nI got that triple M syndrome, my money mine\nI know that make you haters sick, that’s cool my money fine\nGrind by any means necessary, when it come to mine\nMoney on it, if it ain’t about it nothing comes to mind\nRelax and put that dro in the wind, I’m feeling Cee-Lo\nGetting bread, not a Botany Boy but I’m feeling C-Notes\nFalling off never, yeah I know ya hope so hoe\nO couldn’t of said it better, we ain’t broke no mo' run it\nI’m still shining baby —\nWhoa