I wanna talk to the World and tell em how I feel How everytime I drop an album one of my n-ggas get killed Make a n-gga wanna stop spittin’ Plus Interscope be bullshittin’ Scott Pippen This is not livin’ Livin’ is when you working a 9-5 Liftin’ heavy ass boxes just to stay a-f-cking-live N-gga aint got a car but he got drive So he appreciate the rims sittin on his ride The world going crazy, n-ggas going crazy They say the Illuminati affiliated Jay-Z I’m in this Mercedes seeing how L.A be My life should be a movie shot by Martin Scorsese Gun’s off safety n-ggas is Polamalu The cops killed BIG and drove off in the Impala And Pac did biz? just to get a couple dollars F-ck rap, I shoulda took my black ass to college
[Hook] I’m just tryna be real I’m just keepin’ it real I’m just tryna be real I’m just keepin’ it real I’m just keepin’ it real
I’m tryna see my kids through college before I gotta die Still sayin’ R.I.P Aaliyah ‘fore I gotta fly N-ggas running out of time So they doing homocide Gotta take the stand tell the judge and jury their alibi And they all racist so they giving boys 25 Stand up be a man, and stare straight into his momma eyes And she still traumatised, her baby boy shot up Kissed him on the forehead right before he got up You shot him in the forehead twice before he got up All over a bitch, n-gga the devil wears Prada Amber Rose wears nada And thats how she should keep it ’cause you can go Tyra from wearing Victoria’s Secrets They say there’s a secret society To get notoriety from selling your soul to ‘em N-gga you aint buying me Only thing for sale is this Phantom It’s Aftermath, thats why I rep the A like Atlanta
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They say I look like Kanye or Wale in this Louie napsack Rather be them than them dumb n-ggas f-cking with Kat Stacks I smoke kush to get my mind right I used to listen to Nas to get my rhymes tight I used to sell them dimes and keep my 9 tight But now I’m f-cking them dimes, but in hindsight Almost turned on my family for the limelight And I’mma go see God when the times right They say the purly gates white but my President black My money green, the sky blue and thats where heaven is at I don’t carry a gat, but my n-ggas do It’s like my jumper is off, I let my n-ggas shoot and don’t none of my n-ggas do Take the time to listen I’ll tell you what my n-ggas do Scream Suwoo while they dumping out of billy coupes? But i’m just tryna be a good n-gga, master and take this rap money and give this shit to the PastorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
