Yeah, see I try to keep a positive space and all that but, sometimes it's just you know...
1] Drama, sins, and the of Christ money, more murder I can get my all done at night Yes, I know, I'm talking But I live such a life Paranoid on the daily, consequences of not right Told me the new shit old shit had my heart broken in seconds Last year I fell for a shorty from I myself while I stood in her presence Lost my mind trying to a chick I been M.O.B. since My emotions gotta' them in Hard when your passion's sent Years ago I let the in alone had my reasons He want my soul, but never win, 'cause the Lord always beat him The of a born sinner Get money nigga, half The God of Bleecker Street, Get a kiss on to it But you should just for him I'm always hit the same song My brother always on my back, dog, like why this rap shit take You niggas, fuck what they doin I ain't really got to say to 'em let 'em know there's a war coming When the bullets fly, rain on him
Cross my heart I you die 'em charge it to the game, they'll do the same, boy, that's a lie Want the money, the fame, simple, plain, don't ask me why my fingers up Tell them F' 'em if ever try, yeah no switching sides, never lie, wish I would bitch Caught up in life, I was born into this hood shit Now I pay the price, roll the dice, make a good I'm just cold as ice, it's a vice, wish I could that bullshit
2] Yeah, look at my life, they wish they study me The