[Wstęp] Hey I got a dolla and a dream But its all a nigga got so its about that green And im all up in that spot Hey
[Wers 1] Yeah the mental state of a young black genius conflicted The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive Money and clothes I done dreamed about And all the hoes that I thinked about Ey tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I never had? Waving gats instead of flags, the American Dream Why do we cling to the villians? Knowing they kill 'em My niggas high enough to swing from the ceiling Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook Filled with dreams, this is my hope book Still the screams from little girls shot and killed fill my head on the daily At times I question God can you blame me? They can’t tame me! My voice screech through the street..I'm a beast on em! Oh no he will not fold, you will not see a crease on him! He will not slip or lose his grip, they got them cleats on him! But never will he run unless you call police on him
[Refren] One time, two times, three times Sometimes I scrap sometimes Im throwin up the peace sign Its two sides to a nigga though I said Its two sides to a nigga yo Ay look sometimes I'm feeling high Then I'm feeling low Lord will I die will I survive let a nigga know You say you know me but what side did you get to know? Its two sides to a nigga yo yo yo
[Wers 2] Yeah some pussy niggas pulled out on me and my mans Wasn’t for the pistol we drop em right where he stands But still we never ran, foolish pride made us stand right there Not understanding we could lose our life there And then it hit us, thinking bout the close calls from long distance Ugh as lil niggas in the Ville we was trippin Type of nosy ass niggas to watching the fight until its over They ran when the gats came out, I moved closer Foolish what was I thinking? wasn’t trying to be cool, its Just the thrill of the danger get so filled up with anger When a stranger get to violating He sleeping on me wide awake, bitch I'll annihilate him I'm tired of wait on my ticket out this mothafucka Hope they don’t kill me before I get up out this mothafucka I gotta go Now can I be that nigga I thought I was? I gotta know Will I make it like I thought I would? I gotta blow
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[Wers 3] Yeah I seen heaven, seen hell The two faces of the Ville One side dreams, the other sides real One side schemes, the other side deals What the pain brings another mother cry still Why the fuck am I here God? That nigga died why the fuck am I still alive? I feel ashamed cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me And all I seem to focus on is all this stress on me Bless homie we breathin Cold world got me sneezing Wrote this when I was broke so hey I guess we even Though it blows fighting demons trying to stop from bustin semen In an unfamiliar bitch I know my niggas feel this shit How could I fuck her raw? And I just met the ho My dick took over it ain't never felt this wet before Im stressing in my mind but its way to late to stop it Mate this shit so bad, I had a condom in my pocket Lets change the topic Before I go berserk I’m so alert, riding down 95 Naw I ain't finna to go to work I’m headed back home ain't staying that long I’m chasing dreams shawty im paying back loans I’m paying dues that a nigga paying tax on Im tryna blow like a nigga playing saxophone Im playing daddy to another niggas daughter Don’t worry even Jesus never saw his real father It don’t bother me at all though Yeah say it don’t bother me at all They got me thinking bout my mom though Man I can't wait to sing this song I be like, I be like
[Zakończenie] Hey don’t cry hey ohh no We ain't gotta worry bout the money no more We ain't gotta worry bout how them bill get paid We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed Hey don’t cry hey ohh no We ain't gotta worry bout the money no more We ain't gotta worry bout how them bill get paid We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed Hey Hey HeyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
