The best of y'all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger When it was hunger that stopped the nigga from going under And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child Meanwhile, something I gotta show you an I hope you can take it Gonna leave you in the desert, an I hope that you make it Gotta put you on your ass to see what it does to you When you stand up an see that I'm just showin' love to you Other niggas would put a slug through you, over your ends Cats I fuck with are real, but hey Those are your friends Its just what you got coming sometimes you don't know What you asking for, did you ask for more? Shut the casket door, this one here is done An thought you was a killer, you swore you'd never run Nigga died with his gun still up in the holster It is comin' in the air? Yeah its getting' closer
I see life through many shades of grays and blacks I could take that an hit 'em with the blazin' tracks When I make that you fake cats have violent dreams Takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams The devil got a hold on me an he won't let go I can feel the lord pullin' but he movin' dead slow Let 'em know that amidst all this confusion Some of us may do the winnin' But we all do the losin' its just who does the choosin' Easy goin up or down what have you been provin'? Jus that you were fuckin' ground Bitch seen the bullshit, but never spoke on it An I know that deep down you really don't want it I woulda traded the chance of bein' the child with a father Movin' talent and bein' able to survive when its harder My balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife That's why I hit these motherfuckin' streets at night Come on!
There's a lotta shit that I let slide, cuz its outta my hands Lotta niggas I let ride, but its not in my plans An a lot of my mans is not seein' through the fog Families by the truckload, fleein' them to the morgue Full moon, arooooo, the howlin', grrrrrrr An growlin', shhhhhh, an prowlin' Don't know love, can't show love That means you gonna need more love Than on old thug, but hold up, roll up Talkin' out the side of your mouth is What's gonna let niggas know Why you got in your house, an they lie up to your spouse Told her it was suicide, but you an I Both knew the truth, for we'd never die Listen nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared, for the mob Cuz you dead up in the fog, an that's your head by the log I can smell it in the air, I can tell when its there This is hell an we both here Can you feel it? Tell me yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
