Lyrics:
why I got it so bad
Ain’t worried bout a niggas cuz shorty got her own bag
Own car own crib but I think you know that
Neyo miss independent lil mommas
a nigga bring his girlfriend to the club
Freakin' all on the floor wit his girlfriend in the club
And wonder why all these playas tryin' to holla at her
men
So we ain't need dad we got money like him
No school clothes no child support
And next year I'll probably be
Up in a Robb Report
I'm important so is
Life in the projects
Where it's hard to get by
But you got it 'cause your spot's gettin' hotter
Life in the projects
Where grass is cheese and cheese is
of questions like
Why oh why are you allowed on the road child
How did you get your license
How did you get this far
Why are you permitted to ride beyond
of questions like
Why oh why are you allowed on the road child
How did you get your license
How did you get this far
Why are you permitted to ride beyond
trust
The only ones around are all connected by blood
And that's if you didn't fuck up
It's no wonder you a child
And they say you self destruct
So go
li, li, like glue
Be by your side boy, whatever your goin' through
We were high (til when its all good)
We were low ((til when its all bad)
But I
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
my hourly usage, you'd understand why I am the way that I am
Please like the video and subscribe, I want you to subscribe so bad, dude, I want you so
the case where police murder
Our dearest, depleting our precious people
We wonder why forgiveness will follow
The why
A scent of wickedness lingers in
don’t care what your schemes like, uh
Won’t be (trapped)
Or be (stuck)
In a (cage)
So I (rage)
I’m young and I beam light
(I) know you don’t understand me
with lipo's
You annoy me John, your fuckin' nuts, I know
So that's why I roll up on you like five-0
Look at Kendrick man, he's one of my idols
I would
Lifes been hard wonder how easy it is when you die
If you cant live your dreams whats the point of being alive
Getting done worst by the ones i
like that
Make them bitch fine hoes shake they bootie like that
21 row scrap wit lil' boosie it like that
Play mad games wit me
I'll do ya like that
You wonder why I stop and stare
Every time (I gotta admit it man) you are near
I have a confession to make
Just because (I love you man)
Just
out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral
your bitch still on my dick
(Haa)
I know you sad, why you cryin'
Dumb lil' bitch can't get me lined
Might get booked for doin' a crime
I put everything
cause, lost cause, lost cause
Alone I ball, I ball, I ball, I ball
VVS jewels might blind your eyeballs
Fucking Yesjulz, yeah, she's a bad one
Drop
hard, so concrete
I was raised by 'em homie, that's why I think so street
Take me for instance
My life is not about you, think me for instance
I did
there's responsibilities so don't resist
Be a father to your child
You see, I hate when a brother makes a child and then denies it
Thinking that money is
And tape dat block like a move
If I press it at dookie
I'll mek it get spooky
Rude boy I'm bad like boosie
Gun blew (blue) like zushi
Kick like two feet
I
play by the same rules as Gucci
I play by the same rules as Boosie
Who the fuck you think you foolin
I never heard your name connected with shooting
I
your brother n y'all is just meeting
Act like you pussy I'm beating it up
Playin that boosie but I'm the real bad ass
She walk like a white girl but she
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