i just died

Chorus
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
It mustve been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight (X3)
Verse 1
Pop died, didnt cry, didnt know him that well
Between him doin heroin and me doin crack sales
Put that in an egg shell, standin at the tabaknaco
Rather the church, pretendin to be hurt
Wouldnt work, so a smirk was all on my face
Like damn that mans face is just like my face
So Pop I forgive you for all the shit that I lived through
It wasnt all your fault hommie, you got caught
And to this pen game, a fault
That Uncle Ray Lost, My big brothers and so many others I saw
Im just glad we got to see each other, Talk and remeet each other
Save a place in heaven to the next time we meet foreva-eva
CHORUS (X3)
Verse 2
(Feel my truth)
Music business hate me 'cause the industry aint make me
Hustlers and boozers embrace me in the music I be makin
I dumbed down from a audience to double my dollas
They criticize me for all yet they all yell holla
The skillz hold truth be told
I probably be lyrically Talib Kweli
Truthfully I wanted to rhyme like common sense
(but I did 5 mil) I aint been rhymin like common since
When you sense got that much in common And youve been hustlin since
Your in ception for what perception, go with what makes sense
Since I know what Im up against
We as rappers must decide whats most Important
And I cant help the poor if Im one of them
So I got rich and gave back, to me thats the win win
So next time you see the hommie and his rims spin
Just know that my mind is working just like them
CHORUS (X2)
Bridge
Whoo uh cheyeah uh cheyeah (young) cheyeah hahaha
I keep looking for something I cant get
Broken hearts are all around me
And I dont see an easy way to get out of this
(turn the music up turn the lights down Im in my zone)
Verse 3
(Feel my truth)
Speakers on the tears when no tears should fall
'cause he was on the block when those squares get off
See in my inner circle all we do is ball
Till we all got triangles on our wall
He is just rappin for the platinum yall record
I recall 'cause Ive really been there before
Four scores and 7 years ago the papers flow, paper war
I should fear no man, you dont hear me though
These words aint just here to go
In the one ear, out the other ear, No
My balls and my words is alls I have
Whatcha gonna do to me Nigga, scars or scab
Whatcha gonna box me hommie, I can dodge your jab
Three shots couldnt touch me, thank god for that
Im strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole B.K. nigga holla back
CHORUS (X4)