Lyrics:
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
the bottom of mankind
My hair is nappy, you know that it's big
My nose is round and wide
You hate me don't you? You hate my people
Your plan is to terminate my
didn't do it I can't fuck with it
NWA is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggas with big dicks
You're takin' a chance when you think that
Talkin' under
the young black and famous Rich like Matty
With the power and the knowledge at our fingertips
With a style make the ladies wanna lick they lips, shake they
baggage Estaban the bellhop
Its a real Suite Life sweeter than a cough drop
Cut the demons off welcome to my barber shop
Cant do it by myself Lord be my Co
on no one else I’ll end up walking w a limp
Ain’t nothing here but I still love it where I live
I know so many trappers really tryna make it rich
I’m
Rock my world like
Ima need more than diamonds & pearls
Give it to me like it's the end of the world
Don't need no clout
Real street thang
Coming right
still might
Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write?
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life
Sometimes I wannna jump on stage
get super rich
With that fat ass and them super hips
Slow motion mami, we know you the shit
It’s a dirty world so be a dirty chick
And I’ll do them
(Lupe Fiasco)
Yeah, Just a lil bit (just a lil bit) And it goes
Lifestyles of the rich and famous
Bought a big house and a whole lot of rangers
building and shit, live by the model let's get killed or get rich
Fly to islands just to chill with a bitch, I'm just a nigga that was real and that's it
you in my arms
Now look at you now big, but I worry about you
I worry about you all the time, hangin' out on the corner
All times at night with
you in my arms
Now look at you now big, but I worry about you
I worry about you all the time, hangin' out on the corner
All times at night with
Drop top, all these niggas see me rollin'
Still going viral like the covid
Big drip, don't touch, nigga no please
Bad B, swear to God jigga, mehn
and I barely bossed up
Re-rock rock the world you can't rock wit us
I bought every last pint like I'm stocking up
Vega run mob Nd that's obvious
Big boss
and badness)
What can my parents say to me
How can I be the real me?
I had to power up heart so I can feel
Make up from the damage from the darkness
I felt
Once I was seven years old my momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely
Once I was seven years old
It was a big big world
Yeah, I just got rich
I don't know how to feel
Peezy pulled up G Wagen
I knew this shit was real
I ain't think I was gon' make it
Really felt like I'd get
to sacrifice the pawns?
I've see the Devil in the flesh and tried to grab him by the horns
It's been death after death without havin' time to mourn
Have you
Traded in my faded jeans
For button-ups and ties
I gotta say the real world
Caught me by surprise
'Cause when you graduate you have
To navigate the lies
Back in the projects
Back in the projects
I lost it all
Now I'm back in the projects
Big shots, hardcore drugs
Everything crooked, what you
Let's get this shit straight I don't fuck wit ya niggas
cll around the world we stack them figures
Smoke big ass yo shit too lil
Let's get this shit
Bullet wounds don't be covered by ObamaCare
Your funeral was way too soon, that's if your mama there
Real niggas deserve to live twice
Plastic fork
Being real has never been that
Being real has never been that hard
Quarantine mode eliminate these frauds
Power trips take us straight to mars
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