Lyrics:
Because if I do catch it I would be apprehended.
I was not the type to give it if you don't deserve it.
I was not the type to give a fuck, I was a virgin.
ignored
And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap would be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created
died
I was there for her her dad commit suicide
Times I would held that knife
Yeah I'm still sad
Depressed and hurt
By my dad
Missed my games and lied
a clue.
Nothing change,
each and every day man I'm in the stu.
So when I'm asked what I'm doing I say nothing really you?
Think I'm boring its okay I would
a clue.
Nothing change,
each and every day man I'm in the stu.
So when I'm asked what I'm doing I say nothing really you?
Think I'm boring its okay I would
that chose to give up quick
When they see me got the nerve to say what's up man
And I got one question if I ride would you ride for
I know this time you
when you used to write about me in your diary
Finally, we done grew up
This your last chance for you to choose up
I heard you got a man, now ya boo'd up
would find its way
Never lied about the way I felt is what I’m tryna say
I hurt you and you hurt never mind I apologize today
Aye
Good terms only
I
to you?
Talking for some time and you always listen
And man it's been a while but I swear that this one different
That's why I would take you anywhere you
you'd swear it was for sale
Down at the hardware store where he kept a running tab
He'd stop by a few times a week 'cuz that's just what he did
And he'd
never going in vain ain't no need to explain
My brother my brother brother my brother
Not a day goes by where I don't think about you leaving
My brother
the grapevine
Not much longer would you be my baby
I know a man ain’t supposed to cry
But these tears I can’t hold inside
Losing you would end my life you see
And she would get it from her people
I guess that I bought her
And you was 'pose to be my brudda cuz I called you my bro
Sippin' on lean straight by
refused
Thought I was infected by a negative bafoon
Devilish because our parenting was getting hella views
Apparently the man you married to was really
I decided one day to write you a letter and tell you how much I care
And about how it feels when you walk beside me and the joy of being a pair
I
I was to sustain
If I look back on it I would do it all over again
Nikki, nikki, where you been? I can't wait to breathe you in
Been on this plane way
them haters shut your mouth
I'll never be limited
By Is these worldly limitation
Rules and regulations
That you follow
Was man made
So I'm making my own
that I’m proud of you
Took my life when you left Alabama
I’m so cold I just write in November
Hurt my soul when I think about yo brother
Make a song just
Middle fingers to the shit we used to talk about Middle fingers to the letters that I used to
Write Middle fingers to the nigga that you're hittin
Yeah, just got home, man
Just thinkin' about this girl, and
Her fuckin' boyfriend, heh, uh
He play sports, I don't
He got abs and more, I don't
He
horrible, see your man gotta carry you
Hyper water balls say no more your words are too cheap
Too affordable, you incapable of runnin your label
Goin
dizzy
Niggas on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
Case I'm every chased by
dizzy
Niggas on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
Case I'm every chased by
But there's something about you
Maybe its me that sees
There's so much of you that this man really needs
I tried to clear my head by just running away
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