MJG: It ain't no changing me, no matter what you to see I can only aim to be, If thangs strange to me, they can't be the same with me You know it's lame to be, somethin you know is a lie want a nigga to try to be somethin that he ain't, right before eyes, livin his life in a fuckin disguise Follow the pack, and wind up last (Go on) Real dummy with your ass In the future, ain't nobody gonna to you (Why) Cause you do whatever to the crew It's easy to - ass for your wealth, Or get cash for yourself I think I'll go with the green, asses I do not clean As bad as the might seem, I got a get-right team Nigga, sensing and I, it ain't ever let a day go by Without reality checks, fuck my check, ain't the reason why I want respect, but you ain't finna I gotta keep a level head, fuck what a said I'm stayin me, M-J fuckin G - Put trust in me..
Chorus: I be nobody but me, and that's all I can be I can't be who you want me to be, nigga, that ain't me (repeat x 4)
Eight: 100 ways to die, and I done 99 99 lost and one of them could've been mine with my eyes open, seein what is killin me Feelin what is me, but wantin more constantly from temptation, but I'm much to slow to get away Gang, shootin niggas and bitches fuckin me everyday Man if I was and couldn't see em from a mile away on their mug, and in their minds, nothin but jealousy Why should I get caught up in that bullshit not me Yeah, I run with and we gone ride til infinity Lord if I was lyin, strike me right here as I'm speakin Separate the strong from the cowardly and the at this
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Eight: I see him everyday, shaven and cravin for the money I be savin, and the moves that I be makin Breakin rules, not to be one of them broke fools robbin niggas comin from school, thinkin that that shit is Served out, sober, playboy, I got heataz for ya Quick to shoot, because that indo up my paranoia I rap the blues, the blues is what I'm livin nigga Surrounded my animals - livin and by the trigga Word to me, and if that don't meet your expectations you critics, I do this for the underground nation Slab ridaz, nigga, drug traffickaz and Heat packaz, nigga, all my homeboys ain't And, I wouldn't say it if it necessary All of is just a test, tryin to prepare me My future's lookin dark, and I don't think it's gettin Forever Eightball, Pimp-Caso, writer...
MJG: It's to be, something that you didn't start to be these streets be of me, until it's hard to see till the years it's hard to walk, gettin old and, it's hard to talk, I'm on a line of it seems thinner a line of thread, but through all this still instead, I'm real all Paper, short or tall - Wife, be big and and down to earth, I'll still be on the scene like a tv screen, but I keep my strength and I'll keep my (Why?) Cause I know they got me under the scope But, if lookin at me, Look close, and your ass will learn Maybe when you your turn, and take a stand and shit You might be a man and shit, make own plan and shit Cause I don't make no unless G wanna make that move Fuck he and she wanna make move, I got a face that blues when a nigga gotta pay them dues, and they lookin at my face Ooo Mane, you broke and shit, but they ain't gonna throw me out a and I'm a drown and and shit And my folkaz get clowdy with hocus pokus shit, I'll be the trick... But, I'm gone be myself, Pimp type for sho' Once again like I did it befo', up top or I'm a keep my feet on the flo', and do it in the or the snow Give me a beat and I go, Off like a on your ass the mic and vamp on your ass, stick a stamp on your ass Send you off to camp on your ass...when I rain, I'll dampen path.
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