Forgive them, for they know not what they do Forgive me for what I will do
Let me see, besides my life, nigga, I got my wife Shakur, Samir, Ama Latif Maamu, Tafiq, I got Sia, Gina, Jalen And I got Walik, I got my mother My sisters, my brother I got my nephews and all my nieces Think I'm gonna let that just fall to pieces? Gotta keep that glued together I got no room for error Absent Five gave me my survival skills So if I gotta rob and steal to provide the meals so be it Nigga this only a stick up Don't turn it into an ambulance pick up Get that shit up Or feel around from all the nights I suffered With no supper, just Wonderbread and butter One bed, four deep No heat, my little covers Shivering, laying in the piss of my little brother Motherfucker you got me twisted Think your little bitch ass gonna stop my mission Leave me with no pot to piss in? Blocks of cheese, powder milk is how we stocked the kitchen Mom out skitzing, but ain't smoke no crack her addiction With slots, tonk and black jack My pop up state kept steaks and jack mack Too young to understand that daddy ain't coming back Being the oldest boy I had to step in his shoes I skipped class, in the Hard Knox is where I was schooled I've been shot by the police, harassed by parolees Fell in a state of depression, damn near OD'd Feeling guilty, if only I could foresee That I'd be the reason you niggas is drinkin' codeine Before Future started sipping on that yellow tuss' I clip your life shorter than that yellow bus You target, put that beam on your back Me, the reason beaver leaned on the ack Me, the reason Philly even on the map Me, the reason your silly ass rap Me, I'm grateful, motherfuckers And I tried to give you some game that Jay gave me To make the transition from the streets to the fame You got a little fame and tried add street to your name It ain't the same I'm battlefield tested, wounds all over my body Where your scars at? Ride for my niggas, willing to die What's your life like Feel it in the air Where them bars at? You ain't been through shit, you can't record that The respect I get, you can't afford that You ain't been through wars, hugging your boys cryin' Might not make it back, but you ride? You lyin' And that shit you write, it don't excite me I push your shit to the white meat Don't you ever think you're like me I'm the dad you never had What's your problem, nigga? I'm like your father figure And with that being said, daddy's here to put the kids to bed Now get your ass upstairs and I better not hear that TV on SP chasing niggas with that DC on And whoever siding with him, dyin' with him Look him in his eyes right now, try with him When you come to the city you're like cancer You were damn near in Pamper's, it was me and The Answer Your own niggas can't stand you Cause when you ain't around they look like hunger Ask Young Gunner, forgot he got the Bentley, damn near summer Had copies of keys to where I got my slumber You should've left me asleep You done woke up a sleeping giant with your arrogant defiance Youngin' respect more valuable than money And I'm well connected all cross the country Fuck you think that jet gonna land at When the whole city strapped up where you stand at No need to make music ever in my life I'm Muslim, Halal wife, I just beat you twice
The sad thing is I really fuck with ya I just feel sorry for whoever stuck with ya Good luck to ya Nigga please, youngin', I'm out your league I'm out your field, let's be for real I could keep going, but that's overkill I guess I'll see you when I see you And when I see you I wouldn't want to be you GoodnightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
