Lyrics:
I'm putting in work to get paid
What's left at night is just slumber
Same time as I could've got laid
Girl Latin and thick
Five foot and one inch
got her on paper I Call that Ho Griselda
I dump shots up out my Drake that Bitch shoot sparks guess I'm a Welder
He was raised by a rat he know his
we was just kids back then
Half baked smokin' on mid back then,
We was outside runnin' from the feds back then,
In our down time looking for some head
a lie in the eye of the beholder
Burnt bridges smoldered, nights just got colder
Mr. Rager graduated from a stoner
See that price going up
Is my life
on the horse Running Non' but it got shot by that starting gun. I'm making do with the misfortune that I have.
This is not to be confused
I hope you aint confused
Its Rizo
Its a feeling, dont deny the feeling
I know everything I got
All because you gave me
ways living in a time
when raps and shows paid trifling days everybody
got to eat but we all need food for thought
caught up in a real live struggle
Not just another body in the battle for the soul
Never sold self for its weight in platinum and gold but
Man we're getting grown
Wisdom got us
[Chorus - X3 w/ variations]
I'm just a prisoner, ohh noo
(I'm just)
[Verse 1]
Young man stepping off an uptown train
Ground still wet from the cold
your cards right
a hard nights work when bills are due
and dues will get paid just the same
in due time, we refrain
from cuttin them shorts
16 pieces
There's another black cowboy I've just got to name,
"Wild Bill" Pickett of rodeo fame.
He'd pounce on a steer, as the strange story goes
And sinkin' his
Roly tellin' me I'm gonna make cheese like Kobe
Did what the real niggaz showed me and shook the phonies
Hooked the honies, lookin' like I got some
good
Brought up by your daddy to respect religion
What the father did in boarding school just wasn't Christian
Your silence paid for your collage
to me.
Call me your names.
Make them stick.
I'll laugh until I am sick.
Glad that that's all through.
Got better friends to do.
Just can't remember where I
dangle
Thin Blue Line is the rope that will hang you
Disrespect the creator that made you
Then look him in the face and say they were paid too
Slavery aint
You're just a rabbit that be captured by the falcons feet
I hunt for the meat see me we can thump in the street
Fuck around leave you slumped in your
noses and gold chains
We know just how to mask pain
Cigarettes and cocaine
Alcohol with broken dreams
Just know that it won't change
Got any loose
bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made
But, didn't always have clout, used to live in south central L.A
That's where I stayed and figured
just working on a deal
The bottom line, it's gotta rhyme and you people gotta feel
She understands the chorus is the pearl
The verses are for girls
late night vices (Psh)
Phone tapped by vices
Bullets hit friends heads 'til they physical's lifeless
Can't just right this, can't Suge Knight this,
dialed your number at the phone by the docks
Your voice sounded just like a music box
Your voice sounded just like a music box
No pain, no gain
You
shot before
Escape my death, I caught a stretch (yeah, yeah, rrr-rrr)
First nigga I stretched, I got up close
I ain't let 'em bleed to death (yeah,
stress and you'll find it
Like caskets, y'all?
Well gee, just wait and see
Who grabbed me by the collar
Make me make 'em holler, I should've
to water ski, so raise a glass for her
Cheers to the self made, self paid
Haters ain't shit, family's everything
Everybody's rich no weak link
Weigh my chain
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