Lyrics:
got a short receipt, can tell by your heart, you're weak
One thing 'bout this money
It's easy to get it, but trust me, my nigga, it's hard to keep
This Thug's Life
Staying strapped forever trapped in
This drug life
God help me, cause I'm starving
Can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies
My
you're feeling so bad)
And you think you're cursed
(And you've got it sad)
Well, if there's one thing for the better that can turn you loose
It's
How can I find you
When you're always hiding from yourself
Playing hide and seek with me
Till it gets too dark
Too dark, inside your shell
Why do I
the kitchen and I don't know why
Caught my aunt smoking crack and she got a black eye
Living on Focus: HOPE and we tryna get by
Sippin' on WIC juice, wash it
Billy)
Ohoooooo
You better run while you can
(Run, run, run little Billy)
You wind up a married man
(Run, run, run little Billy)
Don´t be tempted by her
only you can do
So step by faith, put the past away so step by faith, don't be afraid
It'll take you to a better day put the past and your fears away
the
Office for the get back, mayne
I believe in takin'
Go to school and GET that game
Dark brown Cognac to the head
You can't tell me shit
Nigga Michael
better
Thought I was brighter than a Polo sweater
No pops was like Martin with no Coretta
So many things you could have told me
And saved me
at all
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of suckin' him off
They can get a belt or neck tie, to hang themselves by
Like David
better
Thought I was brighter than a Polo sweater
No pops was like Martin with no Coretta
So many things you could have told me
And saved me
Say you better pack,
Better get your things together,
Don't know where to go,
Until you wind up there.
Better grab a coat,
You can never
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
better roll somethin'
Coughin' like you got a cold or somethin'
Tryna O.D. on THC
Nigga fuck around gave Young Khalifa a pound
Smoke the whole thing up
Flavor Flav?
Cause as much as things change it remains the same
And you can give me the city of God
And Mecca, the temple, the mosque
An inspiration,
the things that I've dreamed
You can't take away from me
'Cause life is like a slide show
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Looking back on my life time (ooh)
See
he told me he wanted me to practise everyday so I would get better
"Which grocery store do you go to?" He asked
"To the Ralphs in the Palisades" I
(yeah), once I get behind it (hey)
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award
Look, only thing better than pussy is new pussy
And the only thing beat
with your best friend
And I'll tell you, when someone else is rocking you
Rocking your cradle, you know, better
Than you can rock your cradle
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from them drive-by killers
I still got to worry about
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from them drive-by killers
I still got to worry about
with your best friend
And I'll tell you, when someone else is rocking you
Rocking your cradle, you know, better
Than you can rock your cradle
or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
on when times get rough?
Who's gon' talk to me 'til the sun comes up?
Who's gon' take your place? There ain't nobody better
Oh, baby, baby, we belong
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