Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is there’s no one else to blame
Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, unfold me I am small, and needy Warm me up and breathe me
Uh, its just me against the world Lost my mistress and my girl All they wanted was what's in my safe And all I wanted was just to be great Contemplate, real or fake, all these people in my face Wasn't ready for the fame, I flipped my shit and caught a case Looking at my fans like I can't ball without a base They understand, ride till' the end Now bow our heads and let us pray, Amen
And after all these years of crime and malice I look down and see I'm cold and calloused And while our sins are to fifthly to bear We have to wash them down, now grab your chalice And toast to those who always raised their glasses When most never chose to go against the masses So if you ride or die let me see them L's And I'll take you to a place where we can be ourselves
Look, Hollywood is not my type of party Nah, look what happened to Chris Farley rest in peace And then Christopher Wallace, Mo' Money, Mo' Problems And less people then when you started shit And you wonder why I don't drink coffee I don't wanna wake up to these problems of a boss like John Gotti I'd rather be Che Guevara mixed with a little bit of Marcus Garvey In hopes of a revolution as results of my anarchy But I’m hardly ever home so I guess I'll be quick Everybody wanna have their two cents, take it, Here, I don't owe y'all shit Smoke a zip, change my clothes and give my five year-old a kiss Family mad at my success dont they say hate is where home is, Damn So its just me against the world Lost my mistress and my girl All they wanted was what's in my safe And all I wanted was just to be great, Kells
But greatness is in the eye of the beholder, so it starts with you. Believe in your own abilities the way you have believed in mine It's time, put em up
Let's toast to those who always raised their glasses When most never chose to go against the masses Now I know you ride or die so let me see them L's And be proud you are not afraid to be yourself If they want me come and get me, unload this clip till' it's empty And I ain't stutter motherfucker Do what ever I must to protect my brother Respect no other, put no man above each other This is what you live out when you trying to make it out the gutter This is how you show that precious little baby girl you love her This is how you step up as a man and get that bread and butter But get by, all we do is get by Ironic how we're lower class but always seem to get high And the chronic seller is the man because he got the supply Get it? Demand and supply, make that spinach, get that Popeye Sleep with one eye open, door closed Bitch next to me, no clothes Make songs feel like photos, I am hip-hop’s Andy Warhol Yeah, so if they want me come and get me, and I'll unload this clip till' it's emptyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
