Yea, this is where the Yea, this is where the fathers aint living At least not with us Might see em round the city and won’t even say wassup When n-ggas play tough, wont even smile in mirrors And we learn to f-ck hoes off trial and error Just a small time n-gga, big city hustle Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell These were our heroes, strictly for them zero’s For that Robert Deniro, n-ggas reload on them kilo’s Dodgin them people, Mad at myself cause I done seen some things that I’d rather not tell Shawty smole crack and her boyfriend too Sometimes he touch her daughter like them boyfriends do Pull up to the club where the boys went too See that yellow tape and the boys in blue A n-gga on a strecther and though i never met ya Im thinking God Bless ya, they city try and get ya Man, don’t let the city get ya F-ck the horoscopes, know the ropes lke a wrestler If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue Your face on the front of our shirts saying we miss ya (we miss ya)
Come with me, Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la
Come with me, Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la
Yea, lets see God I know you only do whats best for me But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny They always tellin’ me it’s temporary Than why its feelling like a cemetary My dreams aint got no obituaries My city hurting and none of us were equiped here You heard me say I was ballin’ I probably make tears I’m trying to get clear I’m tryna quit fear Who wrote the scripts here These kids live there whole life just killing time Running the race with no finish line They tryna noose us with they ropes But Im tryna climb I think my foolish pride might become my suicide But I aint tryna go, no baby And through these lines and quotes you gotta find some hope Cause I aint dying My words gon’ last forever, You can hold the treasure Look inside you can see a diamond in my mind Im tired of seeing dope fiends, wiping they nose clean Is my neighbourhood just a smoke screen I think Im in the (?) I see lo green Sons raised by bo queens but there’s no kings (no kings, no kings)
Come with me, Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la
Come with me, Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la
It seems like n-ggas either feel ya or they try and kill ya I face the sky and hope to God aint acting unfamiliar You play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar They tell me that its God’s will, I’m asking God will ya Iller a n-gga from artist pain, momma smoking cocaine as it rains out Am I to blame, try to stay sane so I came out-side Where they rock with them thangs out To clear my mind at the same time they blew that boys brains out But will it change, its like n-ggas is free but our minds still in the chains Brothers killing eachother, the blood spill its a shame Will it ever slow up Alot of n-ggas getting older but they never grow up And do they son’s like they fathers did and never show up Don’t even cry about it, just another episode of life Watch the season n-gga no re-runs The devil buying soul’s n-gga no refunds Man, don’t let the city get ya F-ck the horoscopes know the ropes like a wrestler If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue Your face on the front of our shirts screaming we miss ya Another day, another song, a mother prays Another gone But still we play like aint nothing wrong Like aint nothing wrong Cause aint nothing wrong Im not as fast, I’m not as tall But before I pass I gotta ball I gotta ball I gotta ball N-gga I gotta ballTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
