Lyrics:
i trust
I just dont like to be a burden on anyone i truely love
And if i dont give up the old ways of life or get caught up by my self image or pride
the enemy from killing us
But I don't know
I'm no mortal man
Maybe I'm just another nigga
Shit and that's all I wrote
I was gonna call it "Another Nigga"
Yuh
Big Steppa big flex I been out with the gang
I been up all night and I put it on the gang
Tryina figure out the plan need a milli in the bank
No
the white police another uniform
And yo the black police, the house niggas
They gave you a motherfucking gun, so I guess you figure
You made out, good to go,
show me love
To my sister and to brothers
Tell me why can't we just try to get along with one another
And stop hurtin' one another, fightin' one
backwards is just Another Nigga Dead
Your grandfather wasn't a kills
He was one of them fiends
Your daddy wasn't even a shooter he
Used to run from them beams
Oh, it's just another manic Monday
Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian
of the Looms
Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?
Or just another fruit in this room?
It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me
to them with Substance they get distant and Shit
Fuck the petty shit my dawg I Just dust it off
And be the Bigger man and stick to reach For pinnacle, shit
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
Come fuck wit me yo mind gone be on the Flo
Bitch I'm all about a dolla my mind just be on the doe
I'm just tryna figure out what you mindin' my business
mother cry
They're just facts and figures on your TV screen
Another child and another soldier, is peace just a dream
In the country strange
on pushing til the day I'm dead (Until I'm dead)
Another dream (Another dream) just one more scheme (One more scheme)
See me doing it by any given means (By
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
I am the truth
I do what it do
Making figures, making bank, look I’m making these moves
I am the glue
I stick to the plan
Making figures, making
It's just another day, drowning my troubles with a forty
That's when I got the call from this brown skin shorty
She asked me where's my crew at, said
got a lot to say
But niggas always here
Ain't nobody i could fear
Just figure it out
Figure it out by yourself
Figure it out
Figure it out by yourself
just stick with the boy
Cash in and cash out (cash in and cash out)
I am not lookin' for clout (nah)
I knew I would figure it out (I knew)
I took
Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian stream
But I can't be late
'Cause then
for her baby
Boy to come back home
Cus' he out pushin' that chrome
Pursuing that cash
End another niggas dreams when
The fo-fifth blast
Now another
and homocide ,
It’s homocide , inside my head,
Wishin I would die,
We live and die its by the lead,
Talkin Traumatized,
First we wanted five figures, and five
Stuck in my mind, stuck in my town
Gotta unwind, gotta get out
Bring me more wine, bring me the loud
Book me some time, figure it out uh
I copped
the book
No I don't do it by the
Couple fuckin' years ago I stepped up on the scene
Notebook full of lyrics and a pocket full of dreams
I make this shit
Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian stream
But I can't be late
'Cause then
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