Lyrics:
bout my loved ones, gotta roll one up
R.I.P. to the dead presidents, had to give me some
I had to miss out on havin' fun just to stack my funds
I had
issues be havin' a nigga tweakin'
Tryna get my shit together and keep my kid a couple seasons, nigga
If I lose my way tomorrow
Imma still try make home
If
know 'bout love)
Rave on
Raise up your lighter
Suspect character
Don't pay 'em no mind
(They don't know 'bout love)
Rave On
I see
You hater by
Nature
yeah, you ain't keep
it real It ain't a day go by, I don't scream D-Young
Remember skatin' on them sixes, cuttin' up, havin' fun
Yeah, them was the days,
a fuck
till i fall out
and blaming me for leaving
are you fuckin kiddin me
count the scars when
im hunnit youre one
yeah its the
game that youve won
youve
hatin' on me, I hate myself
They say you are who you're around, I just stay by myself
Real G's, move in silence, sippin' champagne
Pre-rolled joint, got me
hometown my head is up in the clouds but I left my feet on the ground In my hometown
I always thought that I would get away
But as the years are rolling by
The mirror's image, it tells me it's home time
But I'm not finished, 'cause you're not by my side
And as I arrived I saw you leavin', carryin' your
all the time
He was only nine, don't call him a baby Tears fallin' down his eyes
Listen to his songs, cause that gave him pride
Lookin' to the sky, God
speakin' the truth,
Always wonder if you care but now I'm seeing the proof,
With every day that passes by it slowly starts to compute
The irony I said that
ain't touchin' Perkys
The streets are filled with niggas conductin' burglaries
I'm a selfmade nigga you just a worker bee
If it ain't bout the business
the world know they ain't fuckin with Trae dogg
We hit ya whole block nothin less then a K dogg
We real in these streets, other niggas are gay dogg
They
hip-hop's WACK man
Yeah I know, say word
All these MC's got diseases
Yeah they got like frostbite, there's a bad plague baby
MC's got delusions
Where all men are created equal
Was that a twisted plot for the sequel?
Sewing seeds of hate so that your kids inherit evil
And the wonder why your
sack, Benz and a Cadillac like a mack
Uhh, like a mack, uhh, like a mack
We're steady bein' pimped like a trick by the devil
And doin' it 'cause he
it is, what's all this tension?
They just see them changes, nigga
I be all by myself, thinkin' 'bout nothin' but life
How the fuck I can change
That'll be havin em all on the run, damn
Talk this shit cause I can
And, those that are tempted to diss me
Shot those clips but you missed me
Now this
she would pray
In and out of different schools fightin every other day
And her homegurls were busy havin babies and wic would pay the rent
But mija was
start cryin?the fuckin?blues. baby,
what would you do when you gott
E your life surrounded by so much madness.
be the madman, i am the pscycho, you may
be
don't know if i should)
or maybe i can come over and we can watch a little T.V.
(i don't think we would)
[Chorus]
Sittin at home
thinkin by the phone
Rell and Mr. Two-Gun Un
And this goes out to those who choose to use disrespectful views on the kid that carry Rugers
The kid that be havin' jewelers
Havin' fun with my clique
We been killin' niggas by the turn
And my old bitch on her knees
I wish I can save her
You ain't shooting like me
I wish I can
start cryin?the fuckin?blues. baby,
What would you do when you gott
E your life surrounded by so much madness. be the madman, I am the pscycho, you may
Be
havin' a fit
He's surrounded by chicks
Rubbing their D cup tits
I flip the toilet lid
Read a Maxim mag, bust a couple kids
Robot dog, he down tequila out
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