Still ain't myself damn It's a lotta fucked up shit that go man You don't even know the
Man I been in and outta since an adolescents Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no present I got two uncles, Quint and Man and they keep me 7 And 8, I'm countin money they movin weight My daddy send me clothes and tell me come and see him I say aiight but still I feelin my momma need him They sendin letters from school, nobody read mines And plus my uncles, doin 10 F.E.D. time Then I started rebellin, began crack Tha thang on the corner wit a Mac 11 After school I my momma holla homework I say aiight ma, but I got my own work Started wit fiends at the age of 13 Now my findin rocks in my socks, glocks in my toy box damn, why do trouble come to me like this But on the real, it ain't even have to be this (fuck)
made on this road to wealth I still forgave myself Ay, what I am I made myself but I still ain't myself For runnin to the grave closer to death I ain't forgave my self For who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't myself
At 14 man, I knew everything I'm slangin slabs, trappin hard, movin heavy I bought an '85 on some dane-a-danes Now I'm the shit, huh, the motor in 30 days Hardheaded man I ain't listen to I'm getting so, I'm right and I got plenty game Besides why I need school, Im'ma be rappin If that don't work, I guess Im'ma be trappin momma But hey I Im'ma make it cause I'm damn good Im'ma get us out hood and off these can goods School a white man game, and it's ran good At 16, here's my introduction to Blue lights behind me, damn what I'm do Cause I got 2 of weed and a 3.80 too I guess everything'll be if I just keep it cool How ya doin officer, ya mean why I ain't in school Can you the car?Yea but, I rather that you didn't Besides just a waste of yo time cause ain't nutthin in it (Laugh) I that's when I seen, that I ain't know shit When stuck in a place wit I ain't gone get (Damn!)
Mistakes made on this road to I still ain't forgave Ay, what I am I made myself but I still ain't forgave For runnin to the grave getting closer to I still ain't my self For anyone who ever wondered how I I still ain't myself
Outta all the I was wit when I was doin wrong 3 In the fed, 1 doin life, and 2 dead and Knew there was more to life than sellin blow and chopper But what's the good in better if I ain't tell 'em nutthin I I coulda told Cap not to kill shawty Put the gun, get in the car let 'em live shawty You'll probably get locked up, and I'll have a deal shawty Naw, I ain't scared, I'm just telling ya like it is Coulda told Endae, Quint, and Kern, man ya covers that country town alone, yall needa come back home Bankhead and J-Rue, I just feel if I was wit 'em They never got killed that night if I was 'em Seem like I done mo', said mo' Why all my partners be dead or in the fed fo'? All the time, I just wish that yall could wit me Sometimes at I close my eyes, and dream that yall wit me (damn.)
made on this road to wealth I still forgave myself Ay, what I am I made myself but I still forgave myself For runnin to the grave closer to death I still forgave my self For anyone who ever wondered how I I ain't forgave myself
And yea say I cant blame myself But I still forgave myself Fo the mistakes on this road to wealth I still ain't forgave Guess this the chance that you take, dealt the cards I was dealt But I ain't forgave myself For anybody who wondered how I felt I ain't forgave myself (Ain't Forgave myself)
Yea, for anybody who ever wondered how I Anybody who ever what's wrong wit me, here it is 3 of what's in the heart of T.I.P song is dedicated to everybody who ain't here wit me Cap, damn you fucked up shawty, but you get out If I live to see it, its gone be on again ya know what I'm And we gotta worry bout goin to jail shawty we legit now Ya what I'm sayin Cern, Quint, Endae, yall gone get out man And when you do I'll be shawty always Bankhead, J-rue, I'm man, some shit I cant change When I get up there, we gone ball again, open the gates let me in We gone ball. J-Rue man I know money ain't worth a friend I fucked up bad man I still forgave myself My momma, I ain't graduate but Hell we now it don't matter. My uncles shit It don't matter yall back Well hell My boy (music stops) You betta not do the same I did Or Im'ma whoop yo ass