DJ Why you keep givin me cards I can't I throw these two back, you throw me two more, they're so I couldn't get the winning hand that I in my sleep when the dream get good, I get trampled by sheep Nightmares, even when I'm in day I'm havin dreams that I'm runnin but there's in the way And this man in a suit, he take a toke and he say, "You a promise that you made and you broke it today." Now which part of this movie here did I just Did I really sell my soul to this big red I don't think what you got to offer is really For cars sex and houses, money and I'd rather be broke and own nothin but piece of and a Benz, and a house, and a on top, help me out before I sink the There's gotta be more than 50 ways to afloat Cause I feel like I'm suffocatin, I breathe I wanna go, but I'm too afraid to Take me with you Mausie, I you're seein somethin grand as you fade away, and you release my hand And it shook my balance, cause you no more alive You think I'd see you, if I chewed 45? Oh I'd be the first person poppin three, me to the abyss, but I miss, what's me? I got the pressures of the WORLD on my back My nerves are into jelly and I'm bout to crack You think I'm cheatin on my homies, by back? No I really them all because the truth is wack Forever bars and scars Bein trapped and dyin makes forever stars Tell me why am I so And the way life's goin, like when hell comes, I'ma be a resident
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DJ tell me Quik, suck it up, I'm supposed to But me and Mausberg was closer than most It ain't dramatized, and it a fuckin act when traumatized, and it ain't no turnin back When you're so connected, and hard to keep your focus When you're so affected, and it's hard to again When you're so neglected - suck it up, I'm to That easy for somebody you're close to, shit See your in a coffin is so wicked and vivid gon' be harder on all of us, cause we gon' relive it Over and over, drunk or sober, from October to I feel like I'm gettin knocked over And all the money in the world, don't make it And a whole bottle of alcohol, don't it wetter With a blur and a slur I'm still callin ya And on top of this you add fame? Wild But when you start to bubble then your they spite you And if you go to church, then hip-hop won't you I feel like a on a worldwide stage but at the same time trapped in a real tight With no way out, I play out, then I come Cause an unwritten law that says I can't be wack So I put on my game face, go to the same place Only to realize that y'all ain't got the taste Even with somethin new, they look at you And without a hot face, you old And leavin me stressed and How could I be finished with West coast rap? I helped it!