Lyrics:
to get it
Stop with all these games and tell
Me what up with it
Just take my hand, I'll be your man
We surrounded by infidelity in this
World that we live
where we can afford to live
Well I sit out on my front porch step, watch the gangsters selling crack
And I call the cops when a girl walks by and they
the motherfucking police I screamed as if I pumped that same NWA tape
Raped by your message of hate I was already shattered walked the streets tattered
Battered but
been sinning
If I split ah nigga wig that's sum i wouldn't mention
Smoking k2 in my cell free my nigga Bunz
He facing 20 yearssss he just wanna see his
ballin' on my toes
Hit it one time, then I passed it to my bro
Pretty lil’ thing and I bet
She with the girls
Told these bitches this is how the game goes
sittin' up
Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like it's bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek
Then come out the back
face, then split you half at the waste.
‘Cause I would rather live among every last one suffering for the craft
stuck rummage into trash while upper
Aww shit, here we go again
Smoking in the alleyway chilling with my friends
Change your ways this road will no longer extend
Like a girl's bad hair,
feel sick to my stomach I get butterflies
And that’s when I see feds or paigons
See the girl’s dad that never came out nah
And I was getting clocked by
on the messages talking 'bout "i miss you"?
Damn, my nigga thats your life, i'an gotta live it wit you
That ain't yo dawg, he took the bread and he ain't split with
Look out for my fam, my kids, and my team
And Sly been with me, coming up from beginnings
He know I'ma split (You know I got you)
And the people who
messages
Tryna finish these songs
Quit playing dont blame me
For we still holdin on
Be in my business tryna get these songs
We in yo business baby)
Somehow
Chicago, is where we can afford to live
Well I sit out on my front porch step, watch the gangsters selling crack
And I call the cops when a girl walks by
I just want to live like a mothafuckin’ rock star
I’m still in the basement eating on some Pop Tarts
I wanna see my name on every single top charts
really on time
Girl, what you put in your mind? I ain't diggin' your sign
Truth, but that pussy ain't mine, hurt, but I made it out fine
Still in my
the rhythm I'm lending
The message I'm sending from London to Linley
Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered
Leave them ol' cramps in your pants
I just, I just live
I live day by day, fightin' demons
I smoked away my brain, I think I'm goin' dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they're
and I'm supposed to take her
Represent for the new age message
Tryna give my generation some leverage
Been a member of the dark remember?
The fall of my
a game
I'm the man around my town
Serving all the pheens and we smoking out the pound
Must be in ya dreams if you thought i was a clown
Hey!
Girl i ain't
Oh God, I need your help today Oh God, please come to my rescue today
God, I need your help today
I'm just tryna live my life Walk by faith and not
the police I like my freedom
And we took that golf cart
And I don't regret it
If we find him we going to stretch them
Someone please send him this message
and she not my type
Convinced by my twin flame that she's the one that can hold me tight/
Evil towards my kids, they don't know who daddy is
They don't
there by your side (yeah yeah)
I know that I gotta keep on telling lies
Should have swallowed my pride
But I think sometimes that
Baby it was best it was
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
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