[Wstęp] Hurt, to think that you lied to me Hurt, way down deep inside of me And it breaks my heart...
[Wers 1: J. Cole] Get paid a pretty penny for my thoughts I'm Hardaway with grammar, I'm hot They only care 'bout a nigga when he handle the rock Or when he dishing the pill, or when he grippin' the steel Bailing out my brother, tell the lawyer "get the appeal" With the flick of the pen write the check and he out Two years later he be at my shows checking me out Know he proud of lil bro and how my records be out Flashbacks to childhood when he was deckin' me out Now it's clear lil Maine is the best mc out Hands down, flow water, can't drown My flow father, go harder, Cole smarter Shout out to fiends in Queens, I'm team no daughters
I seen it all at this young age The only thing left to do is die and hit front page Should I knock on wood and pray like God forbid These hoes be poppin' pills, these niggas be poppin' shit, bitch
[Refren] Pac on the mic in his prime They only care 'bout a nigga when he writing a rhyme, boy Kenny Lofton you feelin' my pace? They only care 'bout a nigga when he stealin' the base It's like I'm Wilt the Stilt, I'm fucking them all They only care 'bout a nigga when he dunkin' the ball And it breaks my heart The world’s a stage, I'll just play my part
[Wers 2] Just caught fire like a young Richard Pryor with unforgettable quotes They only care 'bout a nigga when tellin' a joke, or when he's sellin' his dope They tell the reverend "Man, I rather get to heaven with coke Then live in hell and be broke" Shout out to black man who beat the odds by yellin' for hope Today he asked if I could Twitter y'all and tell you to vote My nigga, how could I, knowing what I know It's a game of charades, masquerade for the dough Read the teleprompter these niggas is actors on the low Yeah I voted for the nigga cause he got the best show Like I got the best flow On your mark, set, go Mama got us out the hood but we still ghetto
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[Wers 3: Young Jeezy] I said, you wouldn't know the truth if it was right there in your face See I can't explain the feeling when the feds surround your place In that PJ Rose, I drink that shit by the case Like somebody pray for me, Reverend Run, Pastor Mase See I do this for my homie he got caught with a soft eight When I say a soft eight, yeah that's two less than ten If they let him out today he gon' do it all again Say he lost the first time it won't stop until he win Street life will have you drunk, Im talkin serious Gin Yeah we screamin' Scarface, but we all know how that ends Every word is like dope, you can snort it like lines If I said it, then I meant it, they reciting' every line If I had to write a book, it would be the Life & Times Every verse is that work, you can weigh it like a nine You see I lost a lot of niggas and it broke my heart Life is staged I'll just play my part
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