Lyrics:
The road to my soul wasn't paved with gold
It was paved with hot 97 mix tapes and HOV
Curry and roti on mommy's stove
Black ballerinas in Harlem
tell me why
I'm in love with a bad, bad guy
Mommy, don't blame me hard
Daddy, I were so blind
Won't someone please tell me how
Can't believe I'm in love
just gone play
And bitches be trippin cause they dont wanna
Ever stay down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed
it up
If I can't enter in with my Chucks
I don't need to be going
If you can't make a thousand bucks, you don't need to be ho'ing
I'm showing the real
and Dame
Niggas don’t know I stay flexin’ on ya dame
And that bitch gave me the ass
She gave me the brain
Until 50 cent run up and take your chain
He ain’t
that bitch talking
And I'm only here to fuck; it get annoying when she call me
Ate my kids call me daddy she want me to make her mommy
Fucking with
days I start to believe them then I end up getting mad
Second guess myself and then convince me that I'm actually bad
Don't know why I fuckin listen. All
smile
Got me dreaming of a life worth while, bless my child
Lord knows I've been through some drama
And I just pray my daughter never deal with Daddy's
I knew when I was growin'
Mommy and daddy made me proud to in Owens
So for me to keep goin', I would become
Her eminental royal highness
[Chorus - Faez One & Crypt The Warchild] + (Tony Perez)
(The rage of Angels)
They say, "One day here, it'll make sense"
That's why we get high and stay
Goodies never make a buck
When I'm a daddy I'm gon' make damn sure that
My child knows not to be just like me
Even though my momma would not agree I'm
JuJu, LJ, JV, Elzee, Justis, Kye, and CiCi
I know baby daddy wish he he could stay here with you too
But sometimes you gotta go do what you gotta do
no
Weezy, nigga, been 'bout me
Stay low so you don't know shit 'bout me
Make no mistake, I'm a veteran at
Me never rat, mommy taught me better
ground
Daycare and rent cost the same, check it out
So while you're training for a new job
Your baby is around people
With no home training let me stress
That's why I write this sonnet
If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break
Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it
this year (but), that's none ya biz
Give enough with my art, know your place
My personal space, y'all don't need to to be a part
I'm sorry I don't
to play me vinyl but now daddy's gone
I used to practice with my mommy on the piano
I still get nervous every time I know she's at a show
Now my family
other shit
They like to talk behind your
Back, but in your face, they ride yo' dick
That's why I stay tight with my crew
So what you gon' do when we come
trick
You bitch that asked me
We don't play wit me game that be remaining mine and little man ran
To disaster, wish I asked him
And I popped up
her mommy
She be callin' you Kelly, when yo name is Tommy
I don't know what y'all be thinkin'
When you bring 'em round me
Let me remind you that I am
chain
If you're a rapper why is Kris your back up dancer like an extra on soul train
I see your mommy and your daddy in the front row
They must be
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
to huffy
Never bluffin’, a good boy, mommy and daddy loved me
A few scufflin’ scufflies left bullies up above me
Ice puffy, they only livin’ cause they be
they lose it,
They mommy and daddy wanna ban me, I'm loud like a wild banshee,
I'm rowdy and antsy maybe that's why they can't stand me for real,
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