Lyrics:
took a pass like passing gas
I took way too long thinkin bout what could be
Instead of staying the course and tending to me
I played the game even tho
hundreds can
You make that change
Know the kid's style like a lego game
I be gettin' money with the same ol' game
You the same ol' lame with
The same ol'
drive-by (baby)
I remember (I remember), oh, when we used to have
Army fights in the smog, but now they gang-bang (baby)
Back when I was a kid, nigga
anything for some bucks
These niggas aint fuckin with us
I used to sleep on the floor for niggas who ain’t heard of me
Finna switch up the game that’s for
We came up yeah we raised up (yeah)
The way that our momma raised us, never changed up (King M.O.E.)
You know we had to fuck the game up, you can
baby making
Gotta chop that freak sitting next to me
Bitch look like some nialating
Hey sunday morning 'round eleven roll by interupting in
grow
So it's solidified cause it's time to break the mold
Like ceramics how we planned it
Keep it fresh like certified organic
We Keep it fresh like kids
a world where there's no talent
Kids sittin around on their asses
Checking their balance
In their bank accounts
So they can find the next game to buy
It's
glory in pain
A soldier story in vain
You niggas gobbled by the game
Aint no glory in pain
A soldier story in vain
You niggas gobbled up by the mutha
blast kids. stay dark like Howard's glasses
I'm "Stern!" plus I rule with an iron fist
With no concern, it's so cruel, where did I learn this?
It's in my
one mic (one mic)
I know you can see
I'm not a rapper
But there's some dudes that are just like me
Every time you took a picture with you and your
it sounds like a bunch of
Lame kids having a slumber party
And building forts with the couch cushions
I'm just playing, it's a game with a bunch
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sipping, E&J got my mind flipping
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you
but I'm not really chasing mine
I soak it all up like a sitting fly
'Cause nowadays getting by, nothing more than an occasional meal and getting high
of this game
The same cycle, never changing us
Judge by the colour of the skin
All these dangerous races, I can't believe
Even the Garda hates us
The ones
underclothes hangin' on the hoes, since
(Snoop, Slick Rick)
Crushed anyone opposed
(Lot of ladies)
Pop Cristal, toast to all those like
(Kid Capri)
Helpin'
know wassup
Big as the moment is
Shit I can't help it fuck
By now you feeling it
Right now I'm pouring up
She say she love the kid
Mm I'm like hol uh
Us, they Feeling Us
Are you Feeling Us?
Cause everywhere I go, man I swear they know my name
Make your girlfriend cry when she see me walk by
Cause
a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans
Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants
Shit's
Brag about how much you be spending on these Designer clothes
Which were made by these Designer folks
Who don’t care about us, homie that is messed up
settle, no one really gives a shit
Always been a good kid, surrounded by this badness
Remember those times, ain't collie doing madness
Kids are wanting
just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
I feel like a bird nigga with no wings
I'm stuck in this
of course you know I had my fingers crossed
Picture me being scared
Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
(Niggas bleed just like us)
Picture me being
really free
Gettin' attention by any means
I seen this before, I know what it brings
Cause baby girl, I'm so sick of love
But I'm still missing us
I still
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