Lyrics:
I've been here for a third of a year
I've travelled by both foot and tram
But I find that my bike's without peer
As I head south I get out of the city
catchin' cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, 'cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into
on the street
Don't look for a job 'cause there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all went to my head
Next, forty-nine motherfuckers dead
Tell the pigs I did it
bad luck for a crutch
So what you if tried to spit my brain's a pit, throw em in
Shake a watchness up and stitch his lips to the opening
I'm hoping
look I'm going to court
Hearing these voices in my head just can't ignore 'em
Lord help I got eviction letters stuck at my door
I done lost my mind I
ghetto instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
Don't
growin' out of my prime
I thought I was ready, it really wasn't my time, I know
I live in my head
I said I'd be rich and I did what I did
But I don't do
a place from the bright lights
The nightmare is real, and you're still in their safety
Locked up inside your head, your life's being wasted.
You wanna run
Aren't y'all always truckin'
Aren't y'all always truckin'
Is that dog food
What up, doggy? Lock it up
This is a place built by my doggy
Sheesh, two
really see heaven in your eyes?
Bright as stars that shine up above you
In the clear blue skies, how I worry 'bout you
Just can't live my life without
Mogul and they know that
Logo on my floor mat
Courtside Chamberlain throwback match my Rolex
Everywhere I go, flex
Vallet park on some loc shit
may
We live and learn
And then sometimes it's best to walk away
Me I'm just here hangin' on
It's my only place to stay at least
For now anyway
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it
Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be
(Say what?)
Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
Uh, I get da
that he who has been successful
Should look out of for his fellow man, his brother
I feel that's my role, that's my job
I know when I was a kid
You
I'm 30 I can lay in the sun
My dividends can show and prove the real meaning of fun
That's why I live by the sword but you can die by my gun
Walls of grey, nothing good on the radio, not a thought in my head
I know a place we can go and I'm falling
Love so hard that you wish you were ten
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
except for one of them
Dad where do I sleep no comment
Look my younger brother
You can have a sit next to me don't bother
Look Linkin Park also sitting
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
You gon live through me and other TRU playas)
I really miss my homies
Even though they gone away
I know you in a better place
And I hope
of what transpired
Make some noise and get them hands higher
For the nights that you were bluer than a sapphire
Now my pockets greener than The Shire
But no
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