Lyrics:
hope for a better life with our glasses all half-full
Why do good folks seem to have such rotten luck?
We salute the same flag and raise our kids by
but without the twin
I don't wanna put no suit on, I don't want no tie, man, all I wanna do is win
When AB left by my side, I had to start spinnin
When
killed a nigga the city love, he don't come outside today
They shoot his mama house up every night, right now, he wide awake
On the road to riches, they
Fuck
Missed my parlay by one again
From ritzs to the ritzs
We upping up our gear
Think it's time to make a shift
Working nine-five thinking damn I
beautiful, simple soul My soul was full like Satan
Seen by Walter Wolff, loved her to a song Some days it feel like the music made me
Mama danced to tracks
your incomes
You winter my life
No mama on the phone
I wonder if by spring
I will come back home
Time is so cold with my guns on the road
I wonder how
you're a liar isn't fire
Any shit he drop?
Automatically, that shit a master, Peace
That's why its deuces to the only two
Two of them you half to see
Dr.
so long that,
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know
Have you ever made a promise to never tell?
Have you ever ran a fade in the county jail?
Sittin' in the cell, half a million dollar bail
Know you
got hit up for nothin'
I smoke blunt after blunt, give my bitch a concussion
I can't trip on that ho, 'cause they come by the dozens
Like a record,
You off serving three pills
The Glock by the steering wheel
You must think you Obama, huh?
You ridin' 'round causin' problems
You think nobody
Mama prayin', wishin', tellin' me to come back home,
But I know that she don't know,
I'll be half dead,
By the time I reach new hope, new hope,
I do it
mama says, don't hurt to flirt
But the signals, your sending me
Can't be taken mistakenly
Well, if you don't wanna ride
Don't kick start my Harley
Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by, if there's anything she could do
Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I
a coupla weeks later called her house at 10
the mama said I thought you suppose to be with Jen
I quickly rushed to the crib, she just got out of a van
a coupla weeks later called her house at 10
the mama said I thought you suppose to be with Jen
I quickly rushed to the crib, she just got out of a van
hold on to what I have
Like a mean child, Stingey because that's all I have
In the meanwhile, you hardly know half of my story
But surely your eyes
yo neighborhood swingin beat loud as hell
When the smoke clears, I'm gone half way to Vallejo
Playaz hatin cuz they baby mamas pagin me
I'm a thug,
Officially crazy, that this world gets daily
Thinking here lately that half this shit shouldn't phase me
Yet the media chauffeurs the crazy, driving
that the Mex gon' last
Put the past on paper, threw away my pager
'cause these boys keep callin from locs to cookie baker
Mama saved em from the hate,
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
This one for them young niggas
Hustlin' them waters in Atlanta
By any means run your bands up
'Member when my mama used
the internet works
Now everyone's an expert
Now it's pray for ya mama, she got COVID
Plus her chest hurt
But you ain't gave her a dollar
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