Lyrics:
Poolside, I skinny dip with gay chicks
Nah, I don't usually be the one that amaze, man
I do this all the time, it's part of my ventilation (ooh, ah)
Part
away, bitch
Fuck ya mama
Well now it's time to go to the eye in the sky lets check traffic with Travis
What's up man?
It's fuckin' hot in this
This is dedicated to all those who don't see it coming
[Chorus: x2]
You can live true baby you can live trife
Whatever way you chose you got
I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do you?
Type of money, everybody actin' like they knew you
Go Uptown, New York City, bitch
Them Spanish
'Member creeping with the gat, masked up
Goddamn it's kinda crazy to reminisce on all this shit man
What it was like growing up, damn man, just,
living a lie identify can't you
Feel it now we're loving one another
No man should treat his own brother so
That his own flesh and blood become that
or slightly faded
You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment
I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead
Why the fuck you cowards be runnin', too
all the rain and pain
You gotta keep a sense of humor
Gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit
Remember that
Just keep ya head up
[Chorus: x2]
Damn, it can't get no worse than this cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve
they need, or if they gon' like it or not
Aww man, you gon' have about five years go by
Next thing you know, you ain't gon' wanna do this shit no more
it up a little
I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles
Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle
G's to the bizzack, now ladies here
time
Got so much thigs on my mind
Living in this world
I can't afford to lose control
Speak up for your right
Expect it going be a fight
Better
Man with a broken heart? Once upon a time
I go to church and talk to God
Now I'm thinking to myself
Hollow tips is all I got
Now I'm drinking by myself
all grown up now
She's a lawyer, married with one child now
Two years, big brother's out of college
And man he's got his hands full (hallelujah)
Blessed
me about it
Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
and get me
Now I'm old and shit is trippy, but I know that god is with me
This that baby mama drama
Give a fuck about a man I know Imma
Be there for my son,
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
hate, let it break to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggas
Oh man, she looks like she's ready now,
Yes man, let's shut it down!
O.K., you know that what happens at the 21st B-Day,
Stays at the 21st B
would be sitting on millions
Reminiscing when we were so broke and living in Oakland just chillin'
I thought I'd have it in the bag by now
I thought
always gonna be one more bridge to cross?
Now I don't wanna sing that same old song
I want a new tune that we can all sing along
We made new maps, but
all the time
The day we met was the last day
That I said I would look anyone else's way
Now you know that I'm with you
And I'll always be true
you can't be disgusted.
It's time that you got readjusted
and realized that tear filled eyes can never stop him now.
Yeah! That man is on his way
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