Lyrics:
just wanna be a good man
And let my family sit in a brand new house down the shore
That I bought with the money from the albums I sold, yo
I was just
and never fit in
I said, I'm in with the out crowd and proud to be different
While squares take the shape of the box that they live in
I've always been
found a different Way
I refused to be the same and for radio I had to pay for plays
Threw album party and sold that Bitch out
Got a billboard with my face
There they go again. A wild, unruly lot, those actors
I hope we have some of them left when we return with our next play
because, uh, we'd be
forbid you roam alone
Come on home , grab a chrome
Cuz it's demons outside and they drop like flies
If I hear they got mines , mob ties
Two nines on my
gotta live by the soul chatter
Let it go, gotta grow
Don't you know that it all add up?
Don't you know that it all add up?
Don't you know that it
many I can vouch for
Hundred ways in
Only 2 or 3 out though
Faking in they music
Be prepared for the outro
You could be a perfect murder, nigga
Shout out
wanna be positive
And just say fuck it
But I know how I gotta live
So I can't say fuck it
Sometimes I don't wanna be positive
And let the world fuck me
got a gang of shit, styles guns
My Uzi weighs a motherfuckin' ton
Bucking down one, bucking down two
Bucking down your crew, motherfuck' you
Pigs
a gangster, I stay on my grind
Who knew 11 minutes later I'd get shot with my own 9
I was two beeps away from a flatline
When you a Bad Boy niggas don't wanna
at the light, you be in a car pool
Keep your distance from idiots, 'cause the truth told
They food for thought's rotten, they gems are fool's gold
Need results
everybody that I know wanna be rich
young on his way cause he wanna move bricks
short got cheeks but she wanna get a lift
Gas so strong only took 2
teens
We rather live in a nightmare vs live out our dreams
They get the 2 4 1 cause 1 brotha dead the other locked up
Some of em got some kids already
through
I always kept my mind and heart close
I ride for my dogs, I ride for my crew
Get live on the spot, I'm my mind I've already blew
Pride is middle
The weekend is made for the crew aye!
You want it to be lit my line you hit cause that's what we do 2x
My prescence is a resonance, I come through like
get they helmet cracked
Every one's crude manners turned dude to a loose cannon
I'm feeling like Bruce Banner, I'll leave a few crews battered
Best have
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
Live my life by the way
The one that I created
Emcees step to the plate
Get annihilated
Dudes be soft,
on stage they said I was too drunk
But it's about to be two girl, tell me if you're ready
Let's sip champenge in my jacuzzi at the telly
Step in the club
different kinds
I swear they tried to get me, but I'm a nigga trying to make history
And trying to be the one out his tree that didn't break a branch
Didn't
You wanna get my playbook and examine it
Connected - $12.99 plus shippin' and handlin', nigga!
[Chorus: x2]
Check it out
Everybody wanna walk like
performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he
they can be like
Oh Andiroo you're kind of weird but I guess imma fuck with your shit
But I ain't going to your shows I ain't supporting that shit
And by
bullet scar
south suicide its like do or die
my nigga came home from a 2 to the 5
nigga pumping on strip selling 2 for 5
dont set up by southside cutie pie
Just like George Jones and one of his gold plated chrome tin microphones
Well the only time that I ever got booed is when I busted a rap by the 2 Live
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