Lyrics:
can block it but I'm a still get in
This ain't a TK yo in the first
But it's some shit from a nigga in black it's much worse
Then a beat from Tyson
on my soul
How I've tried to fit the mold
Somehow they can always tell
That deep inside i'm someone else
So I had to get better at hiding in plain sight
never reach
Now when they need a hand, they be tryna beg it from me
Listen to the cheek, man, I can barely believe
By the way they talking they can't be
man
To always be considerate and do all I can
Protect you, you're my lady and you mean so much
My body tingles all over from the slightest touch
man
To always be considerate and do all I can
Protect you, you're my lady and you mean so much
My body tingles all over from the slightest touch
screaming they love me
Player
You see how I did that? You see that
It's a beast behind them fucking doors
Got so much money, my fish tank got a diamond floor
what you need (Yea)
How much for your soul
How much for your soul
You got what I want
(You got what I want)
I got what you need
(I got what you need)
How
the mothafuckin' realest
Living but it's time to make a killing
Thank God I woke up
Tryna get it every day
Make a hundred mill and run away, way, way
(I woke
a wrap man
Never gonna ever again stagger for you your fucking shit damn
You can't ever make up for this shit because I'm killing every reason I would need
fam
I'm still by myself
Hate being alone
But that's all I know
Man I can't figure this out
Antisocial but if you go
Might end up killing myself
All
you that I got you, so don’t worry,
And now you can stop with that: “Don’t you leave me!”
How can I leave you when you taught me so much like a teacher?
I don't understand how kids can be out there, they're out making bombs,
And, and uh, and uh, families being totally unaware of it-
With this culture
I done did hard drugs
I done seen plenty killings, whoa
Now, you know I know how to rap
I ain't even rappin' right now, I'm just talkin' to you
a hard day
Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way
Rub my feet, gimme something to eat
Fix me up my favorite treat
Honey, I'm back, my head's killing me
up my favorite treat
Honey, I'm back, my head's killing me
I need to relax and watch TV
Get off the phone, give the dog a bone
Hey (hey), hey,
Man life been so hard on me
By the grace of God I still get through
I know somebody watching over me
N now that you gone I hope you do too
I can
go)
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side
As long as you need me
I'm down for whatever hommie
scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be
scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be
VERSE ONE:
Oh see me, a definition of ghetto life living,
They wrote me off cos i live n breath ghetto,
But how else could i, a brother man, survive
don't need to play
And now
I want to live inside the wall
All people are dead
All you can see and you can see it all day
The therapist talks
That shit's a fatal attraction
Gets in the way of a passion
I've had so much in my life to go up in flames
But I never stayed in the ashes
I know that I
like I do
But never see the shit I go through
I been a grown man
How the fuck am I supposed to cope
Watching my nigga laying stretched out
Shit be so
it hurt so bad when it gives
Maybe everything's a gift but I just don't get
How to hold out my hands and just live
Possibilities killing me, everything
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