Mad Crowds

I got like mad crowds
   assemble every night
Kingdom of lost and found-misfits
   watching smoke blow up the sky

Cuz this a chocolate factory, top level
              penthouse,
Aint nothing change but my change
   we stay real like down South.
    Mike Jones.

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.