Lyrics:
reached down to pick one up
When a dark hand grabbed my arm
And before I could see just who it was
She said "You don't want that charm."
Ooh jambalaya
Fake love.
They counterfeits, listened and watched from a distance, ain't support shit
Yah yah yah, will I get that money, man I hope so, yah yah
I've
ain't nobody living piously
I wanna settle down so I can finally have a family
I'm scared I'll never find a girl who wants to laugh and cry with me
gassin'
Women who when you see them they ain't even attractive
I split they factions, any feelings of love I left in that past tense
Now these thoughts that
by
Like 35 and spect
I just honk honk they said I'd die
Or strike out
They threw a Nigga a low blow
I told my momma to hold on
She won't struggle no mo
the promise land every day at work
Who knew it'd take to quarter to get this close
No scholls in my crocs I'd be lying if I said it never hurt
You ain't a real
started thinking
Look at Lebron he’s succeeding
Even tho his hairline is receding
What I tell a hater who be mocking & laughing
I ain’t bald man I’m
to cry
Cause if he decides to cry he's a punk ass nigga
So that's why we choose the symphony
Cause Every man doesn't want to rap, he just want to get it
popped, by the group home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? go and see
Shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss
Million Man March, this ain't Malcolm X
Welfare, receivin' government assistance
Get up out the bed, spend up all they check
How you don't know that, you
She too bad on my knee like Collin Kap
Ain't no capping when I sing or when I rap
She my Wo that's why she calling me the man
Your my dawg I thought
Ok
How the fuck am I suppose to run world
How the fuck I always find myself tripping on a girl
My mom, she don’t even wanna meet em anymore
She said
gets me in ho yeah
And pimpin ain't easy
But tonight I'm gonna cut me a breezee
So too all you ladies patiently waiting
For a chance at some of this D
dreams of living lavish
Cries for help in my zone I'm so selfish
Tryna make it right said I was tryna make it work
I can't fuck with niggas who ain't
by fast
I say what I mean and I mean what I say
Like Luda said move and get out of the way
I admit I'm a writer but this ain't a play
I'm a start up
consider this
Just a little moment, I figured I'd revisit it
'Cause y'all niggas is talking it but ain't living it
True badman no cry
Some'll live
of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand
Like I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even
really wasn't having it
I'm passionate, Danny Edmonds and 5TARR
We soldiers like what's happening
We ain't ever left with the writing, y'all just wasn't
You know who it is
It's Kid Dubb
Left behind them bars like it's a perk I still ain't felt yet
I ain't had the hardest life, some shit I still ain't
Said why you gotta be like that, uh
We make your money, bought you watch and my stacks, uh
I know you want to play the games we play
Only man, finds
field
For colonizers who owned and had lotta field
Imagine the feel in our fingers from cotton fields
I can imagine the days when they fingers ain't feel
I want it all I want the best
So I ain't settling
Life gone be a movie
And I'm hopping through your tele screen
Talking to some dogs who'd swing
'em, I was violent
Took the drugs that I wanted which didn't help with the voices
They just grew louder and louder
They called the people who'd just
them hard niggas
Who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling
Like the ring around Saturn
Cook
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