Lyrics:
I got my own flaws too
We all human so don't let the ubsa judge you
Raised by horny teens who would fake love you
Dark skin starting to think that
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real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (haha)
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin
Henny i hustle for pennies
Know my own feared by many
I watched and took notes as
A child I strategized
Witnessin' crack dealings and drug
Killings have
niggas just say
This goes out to Jake Rivera
Revolutionary destroyed by his own country
Just tryin to fight for whats real
This goes out to my
Nigga
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
down
I can't believe you left me on my own
I'd grind for two, and i tried to bring it home
Now i'm out here all up on my own
I still got to grind
I'll do
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
you lick me right
I'll do it all night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga
Though I like the way you
Scream
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
in woo
She slipped into, her own fantasy world
Had herself pregnant by a different dude
But reality bites and, this is her life
He wasn't really
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
But your as toxic as they come get out of my life
I was Dumb 2 Think and I should know by now
This ship has sailed and sunk I’m going all the way down
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
Niggas ain't on shit bitch
Get it through your head
Now i'm on some hellhound shit
Till the day i'm dead
Schedule 1 drugs in my system
I make my own
They out here killing us it's getting scary
So I wrote a letter for you Miss Carrie
I know you all alone in this world on your own
Mentally you
this on my own
I really did this on my own I really did this on my own
2 Hands up ten toes down Gotcha shorty actin like a hoe now
I could see her soul
crazy
Or how I'm a thug maybe
From a drug baby
I need more than just a slight high
I mean father I'm blind out my right eye
Don't mourn and cry
Cause we
capitalistic drug dealin'
How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me
My history, full of casket and scars
My own black nation
bad, sold your whole life for the payment
You're so blinded by the fake, better wake up
Think I'm dyin' slow, must be the fake drugs
Bitch I'm wildin',
Lucas did
Went and got my own drugs
Taped up by my nuts on the plane, Cali buzz
Soon as I hit the hood
I ain't showing Cali love
Everything for
the neighborhood drug dealer, my man
I go upstairs and hug my mother
Kiss my sister and punch my brother
I sit down on my bed to watch some TV
Do my ears deceive
on a stage and killed a 10 minute set
Yeah the crowd was fuckin' lovin' it
I'll never forget
2 weeks later pass me by til I was hit with a text
Yeah a label
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