Lyrics:
I've been racing, chasing, caught up in the grind
Damn near going out of my mind
And it's getting old real fast I need a new
Time zone, zip code,
The orchids are in bloom
I've only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume
In fourteen months I've only smiled once and I didn't do it
and at least half your homies
We at the top
Don't crack
I've been doing my own thing (I've been doin' it baby)
And they said don't never change (that's
things for sure:
Taxes, death and trouble
This I know, baby, baby
This I know, baby, baby
Hey now, let it sweat, baby
I've come up hard, but now I'm cool
Oh babe
Don’t you know you we got a real
Real love ooh
Precious, a word that comes to mind
When the morning comes and you’re asleep by my side
I'm living the good life
I'm flying by so high in the sky
I'm living a good life
I've got my beautiful things so high as a kite
Living a good life
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
could loudly exclaim we felt the same
But not in all honesty
Now you'll never know
How could you know the friend that you had in me
I've got so much
dealers
Sometimes I glorify the finer things
Because I didn't see them minor things
At the games, I'm known by the refs
Restaurants, I'm even greeted by
club hit (yup, uh huh)
But they love it when you make your business public
So fuck it, I've got herpes while we on the subject (uh-huh)
And if I told
Ay
Let me kick it to you right quick, man
Not on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit
Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you
got plans for you
I tell you I've made plans for two
Guess I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow
Got my mind made up
To love you
Oh
Everybody say
game fool).
Ant Banks at the crack house
Ha ha ha better recognize game when it's in your face bitch).
It's obvious mad cash got me gassed
through so many changes in my life girl
Aw I've been up real high where I thought I didn't need anybody
Aw and then again I've been down real low where
do you better D.O.A. me
Son I got em shook grab a little baby for shields
You got drama run for shelter for real
Pour some beer for the ill ain't no
got a funny way of tickin', things are so much different
I'll admit it, I've admitted to a lot of things
Act like you know it, fuck them stories, fuck
thang
I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main
Brown
through so many changes in my life girl
Aw I've been up real high where I thought I didn't need anybody
Aw and then again I've been down real low where
been wondering if all the things I've ever seen
Were ever real (Were ever real, were ever real)
Were ever really happening
Jump in, let's go (let's
I left my city for San Francisco
Took a free ride off a billionaire's jet
L.A, I'm from nowhere, who am I to love you?
L.A, I've got nothing, who
it looked real good but then
I think I heard it growing this morning, I guess I better go cut it again
I've got way too much time on my hands
I
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
they begin to fade
Am I just living in the space between
The beauty and the pain?
And the real thing
Now the sky is painted
In a wash of indigo
started slangin' that they don't know me
I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me
Lately I've been tryna make a billion, can you play me
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