Comic Books LE$ (Texas) (Ft. Curren$y)

[Chorus:]
Wrap the wax around the joint
Then I sprinkle it with keef
All you engines take heat
To the motherfuckin chief
We in em streets beamer slam
Like Nick Folley falling through the cage
See me gettin highest in the stage
I swear my life is like a real life
Comic book, homie, lemme take you to the next page

[Verse 1:]
I'm in a maze, gettin lost in the city
I currently rome an prolly smoking, pushing something I can't currently own
You ain't really bout that shit you be verbally on
And you confront like you ain't know
But you heard of me, holmes
Look, thrill ass niggas that kill tracks wit bun
Marijuana reign hash begun, this time act-tzion
Main bitch Spanish, got a Asian on the side
Know how to work a stick, sometimes I let her drive
Gold wheels wit the green, don't mean that I'm lucky
Been eating real good, you can see that I'm chubby
Time to move to Miami, cause I heard we don't die
If I do leave, then I'm goin high
On another cloud, I ain't talkin bout 9 to 10
I'm talkin full time, neva clockin in
Because I'm standing on my job, belly, you I cut alive
Put it down for my motherfucking squad, jets, nigga