My father said women only listen when you hit 'em Gun to my momma head, sitting in the kitchen I'm sorry I ain't the perfect kinda nigga I tried to fix it, but nobody listened so I'm chillin' My only dream is that I die before I make a million Either that or take a L for dealing cause I'm trapped out Tryna build a castle from the crack house Running out of rocks so I'm stuck to the stones, they've thrown at me Nine times out of the ten I'm not happy 9th grade dreaming of Benz's that we'll never get Banging for the hell of it, did it cause we wasn't scared to die Just afraid to grow up and be something
They gon' love you when you gone nigga They always love you when you gone nigga
I guess y'all fucked with the wrong nigga Ex girls hating on me, police bangin' on me See they just a bigger gang, but that shit's a different story Living on the highest story, hoping I don't fall too hard Saying "Yo, don't ball too hard", selling dope is not a job Is what I tell myself everyday, but it's hard to stop Kinda like I'm using, making use of all this time I bought The rounds you fought were rounds I shot See the police coming, run around the block Ain't no need for court, we black so we already lost Power to the people, seven rounds up in this eagle Birds baths for your bitch ass
But they gon' love you when you gone nigga They always love you when you gone nigga Yeah they gon' love you when you gone nigga Nigga
I bring pain, watch my.45 flame Drive-by's, while I ghostride Cam'ron's range Bang like Jerome Lane, 3 or 4 K's, and a Kevlar underneath the 'Lo Chambray Niggas gon' try me, I'ma blast they brains Shotty's all I need, Cobain, coldchain What's rap these days? Niggas running with the police We gunning with the police, Daytons on the gold jeep Ride solo, cause nigga's known to squeal Up in that glass room, singing like soul for real Still, I made a promise to my momma that I'd never go to jail So a nigga won't, burning shells, 'til I burn in hell Had to double up my personnel for the clientele Nigga's want it coming off the scales and need the sales Pack a zip and ship it in the mail like report cards And they said we wasn't gon' go far, yeah right
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