[mr. Destiny, now can you tell me wha's tha Where I'm in this life,its so trife,i get to skeemin and dreamin Is thea a way I can my route pay Talkin bout tha shit I used to do in tha day But hey, times are hard and 4 me get harder Got so many problems, they jus build up real like tarter tha few, and jus hang wit tha crew, as if u didnt knew It be that stoneycrook crew, it's a life And it's affectin me so strong, sleepin hea and thea Not havin a place to call my home, this is I ain't had it hard like this But momma always told it would be a day this Dirty po shit, baby I do it too long Cause I don had too much to down, gotta eat and stay strong Even though my brotha, he'll be thea through thick and be gon in tha wind, like so called friends Pick up tha pen, let if flow tha trinity Problems steady me, gotta get some ends in my vicinity I'm in it deep, reep I'm smashin on yo homies I didnt wanna do it, me and my need some money Hungry for this rap shit, phony, oh no, not Wanted by tha po-po's, they get me, I'm too swift Dip off to tha cliff, fiya up this splif Aint nobody pagin me, cut our pager off hip, it's a trip
Wha is my tell me
Got some problems in my mind, rewind, so I can it These need to realize, my team gon keep climbin To find tha true meanin, haitian, Not wha you're facin, can be a lifetime complication So I'm lacin, these blunts wit weed, my g's, right beside me I dunno where is goin to find me Behind these that's where I stay Wit a blunt up in my and a cocked ak And each day, I get by these hoe ass niggaz ass niggaz, jus po ass niggaz And I been broke b4 playa, but I my dreamin And I ain't neva it go 4 no goddamn cream Now a football team, fuck that shit, what this means Is that I be damned if I'm 40 still these fiends And all tha shit I seen, no diamonds and pearls My is to be blind from this fucked up world Nigga!!!!!!
[mr. Still doin bad, but life is bout to My homie jus me cause he was bout to lace tha game You to rip it wit tha rockla and tha rap? Makin bread off wha you said, dallas on tha map Say no mo, I'll be ready when tha time is Got to be patient in this game, but hard in life I got to fight, off hataz while I'm tha laws some money in my pocket, clothes, shoes and draws Neva pause, if I do I might off wit tha lifeless Beggin to tha lord, bring me closer to tha How can I this? A bag of weed, feelin loco wit my crooks, skeem 4 cheese My came so I grabbed it Now I see my future in tha of all tha bad shit Hopin I don't pass it, tryin to keep a job and But now thea's 2 things on my patience, have no time to Still feelin I'm young, but I'm old enuff I must be trippin, get a hold of it, control tha Leave tha lust of my dealin wit tha who want it Keep on slangin though you'll find a way to get up on it Listen it wont last long, wait til yo cash gon You gon be feelin bad cause you and you smash on No mo sackin and flippin burgers from I'm in tha studio, up tracks
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