Lyrics:
spitting believe that a nigga done it
Loyal to them niggas who had me when there was nothing
Now I'm fucking living lavish and everybody is coming
We got it
I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
The fact is you can't please everybody
You can't
Life is full of choices
Gotta choose what you want
Depending on your brother is that what you want
I put myself first always number one
I set my soul
way or another
My brother were all relatives
Home is where the heart is
Yeah that's where it is
Now I'm in the south of Iraq
It's a smelly place
I
playin you out like Beta
I'm, watchin you, front
Flaunt your puss-head lookin just like bark
This is just a verbal whippin
for all you who don't fall, but
divisions is in chicano
Who's the boss? if isn't alyssa milano
Dudikoff, ninja mission into the congo
Polarize envy of the older guys
Black obi, shinobi
from here, then who is you to
Know that we keep it notch
Wait - let me slow it down some
Lookin' for some real niggas
Then you found some
Lookin' for
motherfucking death
Tell stories to my kids about how both of y’all were legends
Man I promise won’t forget you
Never my brothers
Errol Glowaki you’ll survive by
a girl who claims
That I am the one but the kid is not my
They told him "Don't you
Ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face
You better disappear"
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
I'm mutated by unknown forces
The feelin' of course is something thats hard to describe I'm half dead never felt more alive
Reborn removed the gold
I?m mutated by unknown forces
The feelin of course is something that's hard to describe I?m half dead never felt more alive
Reborn removed the gold
niggas better slow down
'Cause you can be touched
Why grieve this life
Planted by the fiends and pipes
Green lights so
I'm seeing-seeing
n****s better slow down
'Cause you can be touched
Why grieve this life
Planted by the fiends and pipes
Green lights so
I'm seeing-seeing
And ain't nothin' wrong with standing still and relax
And spendin' some of that cash that Uncle Sam is gonna tax
A New York demeanor, sit back in the beamer
on their phones sayin' that this whole party is whack
Uncles and aunts tryna win each other's money
Dads embarrassin' their daughters by tryna be funny
bluffing
I think about lil zay I'm just sipping and puffing
So I'm ready to ride slide
Load up the choppa just get the the bussin'
Never know who is real
Looking on various street corners
I'm sure you've seen it yourself
Standing on the corner is an alleged brother
Dressed in blue or green, red
I can do is pray(pray)
Shit get worse for the get better, I get through day by day (day by day)
Popping pills, smokin' weed to take my pain away
When
jam
But with the soap its gonna blam
The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
That's why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle
The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill
It makes some brothers fight, and some would even kill
Some will do anything for a bill
Cause they think they'll
wants peace
Most my family deceased
Uncle had a heart attack 'cause he obese
I'm a lost soul, Who wants peace
Stay cozy in my fleece
Stacking bread like
it
Don't lay your head down son you better go get it
Stand up and show them boys who run the city
You in your prime not wasting your time
If that is
endeavour
Wealth's a long puzzle we can piece together
Til we're flying first class just to beat the weather
Coz yeah, the city's cool but the beach is better
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