U&I

Don't be anxious, or impatient 'Cause I-I-I want to hold you close and never let go Yeah, she said baby don't go, but you and I got to be for you and I This that do or die, po pimp shit recordin' in the sky And I get so high that I forgot 'bout last night, right Yeah, she said baby don't go, but you and I got to be for you and I This that do or die, po pimp shit recordin' in the sky And I get so high that I forgot 'bout last night, right In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves) We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys) If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me) If I miss you (If I miss you), it's 'cause you're deep (it's 'cause you're deep) In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves) We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys) If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me) If I miss you (If I miss you), it's 'cause you're deep (it's 'cause you're deep) Ooh, I say we struggle It's hard livin', streets have been unforgivin' Smoke weed, hold deep conversations with winners 'Cause these my brothers, love 'em to death Written in stone, so when I'm gone, they huggin' our breath Don't frequent Hell, Gorillaz pin on lapel There's 6 grams in the blunt, on a mission to find myself Growin' and breakin' ties, cryin' and savin' lives Couldn't be discontent, temptation arrives Yeah, I'm patiently waiting But I don't really give a fuck if we ain't in your rotation I put the heart up on this bitch and can't nobody take it Brooklyn niggas, we take it, Flatbush baby, gon' make it Check it, but these my brothers, I love 'em to death Written in stone, until I'm gone, we puffin' the death No concern, nah, compare us, how? Cool milli off the merch, SoundScan's shuttin' down now I put the bread down on something I wanted for years If my brother need some money, man I prolly sell that shit hey Break it into pieces, ooh wow there it is Brothers make real beats, bomb lyricist Brothers look the other way, nothing come to trouble mate This is why I love you dog, I'm smokin' at your mama's crib My brother not a local, my brother travel continents No need to find a hotel, my brothers got the couch and shit Debra's only son, he was conceived in King's County That was '89, by '92 he was already rowdy Misunderstood since he crawled out the womb, the only child And his momma workin' three jobs, one was dealin' with drama 'Cause I was wildin', he used to rarely see his father They seperated, couldn't keep his dick in his pajamas Because he was out there hustlin', tryin' to be a provider Tryin' to turn a pretty penny into a million dollars They tell you 'bout my family, that bipolar disorder And due to karma my first youngin’ gon’ be a daughter When I was 5, I told my mama I wanted to die And then we cry, the crazy shit, man, it wasn’t a lie Man, this life is filled with stress So much oppressed, call New York City "9" I sit alone and reflect, took me 28 years to realize that I'm blessed Aunt Pam died from cancer, I quit them cigarettes Weight of world on my shoulder, I just finished my reps All addicted to drugs, we all addicted to sex Feelin' so self destructive, like I’m clingin' to death Took my 5 digit check and copped some bigger baguettes Take a look at my writing, finger charm on my neck Still in touch with myself, that flashy shit won't prevail I really be shopping for happiness, but that shit ain't for sale But if you don’t show ‘em then they won’t think you do it well I heard that blood is thicker than them Atlanta strippers But these my brothers, they ain't got real brothers to know the difference And Erick if I could, I'd give your mama my kidney 'Cause she's my momma too I promise you I ride for my niggas, die for my niggas Load .45 rat-tat, homicide for my niggas Word up, 'cause you my brothers, love 'em to death Written in stone, I take my heart and rip it out my chest To prove to you that it's Zombie gang, rotten flesh That's to the death, nigga—no more, nothing less True, indeed, Juice, if you ever off or bleed I'm takin' care of your seeds, even if that means millions in fees For custody, she wildin' out on court, I’m like, "Give that bitch what she needs." (Order in the court!) Judge please (order!) I guess I still got alot to maturin' to do I know we still got a whole lot of world tourin' to do This game is supposed to be locked in, I leak through Like a real bad pussy pad, watch me seep through Ooh, it’s Darky baby, a whole different hue My grand-daddy got 8 balls, come and get a cue I come from the struggle, motherfucker, get a clue Headshot, red dot, now make a move In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves) We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys) If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me) If I miss you (If I miss you), it's 'cause you're deep (it's 'cause you're deep) In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves) We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys) If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me) If I miss you (If I miss you), it's 'cause you're deep (it's 'cause you're deep)