Lyrics:
jeans
I get rushed on every corner by a bum or a fiend
Tryin' to keep my dean
I try to give to the poor
Tryin' to get through this life
And get through
everyday 50 shades of gray
Your fantasy tryin' to take ya breath away
You in love with the feeling your getting
Got you sitting waiting by the phone steada
eyes upon your feet
Need to keep riding the dick instead of tryin to ride the beat
I come from a time when rhymin is too self defining
ain't no time for
As I was driving home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bumming all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out:
to lose|Who am I to say if I'm gonna get away|Tryin' to make a livin' not making any pay|Gotta do what I can to survive|The music is the only thing keeping me
Yo, what's happenin, man?
Yo, they tryin to come down on the ATL when whe speak
They say we on a negative tip
What's up?
Now I'ma kick
I gotta keep goin'
Ain't gonna let life pass me by, I'm gonna keep growin'
I know ain't always be that easy, but we goona keep tryin'
To finally reach
and then keep it to myself
So no one's gonna know what I'm doin' to you
Not your sister, brother, niece, nor your mother, father too"
And take that
all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "la-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
Then she
a little, and dog, you'll never believe this
But Sharonda actually talks to me now, Jesus
And everyone else is just tryin' to pick up the pieces
Man, how
The shit that i do gotta come wit sum proof
They think i be lyin
I really be tryin
Pour my heart out whenever im stuck in the booth
When they say
bitch what's?
The ho tryin' to extort me
Tryin' to support me? That's war to me
These bitches keep my dick out 'em
Take her to the house
Take her
All these bitches was raised by Barbie
Foot on their neck
Rippin heads off dollies
Got em shaking
Like they're on that molly
Bitch I'm on trips, I'm
don't sip beer, we get wock by the six pack
I'm in the Midwest, got shooters all in Chiraq, Touchin' top shelf bowls for 5-5, Crip Mac
When I leave, I'm
else
Now he’s being good yeah do your taxes keep doing them
Nothing’s gonna change while these shirts still have blue in them
Why is there always so
like:
FUCK, SHIT, GOD DAMMIT, MUTHA FUCKA,
YOUNG BITCH, WHORE, SLUT, CUNT, WHEN YOU GONNA BE 18?
In the midst of my crisis I heard her say:
Well I'll be
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
When you gonna be a star
When you gonna make it big
When you gonna have a radio hit
When you gonna give up on this pipe dream shit
We ain’t done
No,
They tryin' to top it
But I am the hottest
So I get the profits
I'm not from the projects
But I get it popping
I keep it low key
Breaking off a piece
hurtin'
Yeah I deserve it
Deserve it (Deserve it)
The light starts to shine but they pullin' the curtains
I'm gonna keep searching cuz I deserve it
I'm
still gotta be careful with my cards like this is poker
Cuz I get hated on by retarded kids and tokers
Who listen to underground shit and keep calling me
Hommie what you think
By any means, but you know I gotta make my cash last
In case I get popped, gotta keep my hidden stash
By any means, bein' broke is
with it, A?
Whatcha gonna do?
{Take em on back to the streets}
Akon [Chorus]:
I keep the 40 cal on my side
Steppin with the mindstate
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