assemble every night
Kingdom of lost and found-misfits
watching smoke blow up the sky
Cuz this a chocolate factory, top level
Aint nothing change but my change
we stay real like down South.
Reality tip for a smooth player female
all to the beauty of the body we hail
To no expense will we avail
burn all your bridges, I got you no fail.
So I lay back chill chocolate factory pimpin,
glass elevator Willy Wonka, broke another ceiling.
Stuck under roofs hardened hearts so long,
i used to think where a motherfucker went wrong,
But if you look at my life I think that God is talking back
Boston is my clique.