so depressin', uh Be the realest shit I wrote (Money and cars, bitches) Shit Is Real 2 (Drugs) day (Society you know?) See what like to walk in my shoes It ain't all fun and (You heard?)
Yo, yo, I'm sick and of stressin', every days a different lesson I'm free-fallin', tryna leave this depression My son Joey still slow, my mom's got in her throat My big sniffin' dope Let me know how many motherfucker wanna be just me Screamed at and treated shit by your wifey
This hot bitch be the coke cash My baby mother think I doe out my ass like, how much fight I got left in me Niggaz won't be happy till they the fuckin' death of me But you see Joe look weak or flow off beat And Charlie sees the board in more weeks
You gotta walk, I walked Bang where I Slang where I To get where I'm to where I stay Blaze who I Pay dues, how I To get I'm going to
You walk, where I walked Bang where I Slang where I To get where I'm to Stay I stay Blaze who I Pay dues, how I To get where I'm to
Uh, yo, the South Bronx, nine later Ain't nuttin' changed, still playa haters T S, the best that's done it, live and never front it Reminisce of when I used to heat and tell niggaz "Run it" Now we with jewels, hundreds of dudes Crowd the Coliseum to hear their tunes
Then at the time of our we caught a sick one The Angels came down, my twin Big Pun Shit were unbalanced throughout the whole All I could do was try to provide for his and his old girl Hope your listenin', tell Ton' we still missin' him I'm a prisoner in jail with no visitors
You walk, where I walked Bang I bang Slang where I To get where I'm to where I stay Blaze who I Pay dues, how I To get I'm going to
You gotta walk, I walked Bang I bang Slang where I To get where I'm to Stay I stay who I blazed Pay dues, how I To get I'm going to
Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third verse is to you though you switched teams, man I'm praying for you We used to stay up all night countin' dollar for You was my son's godfather, the fuck is your honor? Can't even rap the we did together You'd probably have me shackled locked down, doin' bids You broke the first code, I'd like to twist ya wifey till it roasts nigga, turned state to sold ya soul
How could a that was clappin' in the streets Start yappin' to the deez, like what I rightly believe? Like ever verse is a charge, for every hurt there's a I never once tried to cha'll I'm just to do me, sell a few CDs Buy in Miami and cop a new B, come on!
Motherfuckers think sweet Think a nigga got money and a nigga don't feel You never feel my pain You don't know the fuck I'm goin' through Niggaz at me like, "He got it made"
Like I ain't Pun, my grandfather a week later My aunt a later my fuckin' sister ain't in a coma right now! You motherfuckers don't pain! Let's get one clear, money'll never buy you happiness My niggaz walk with me now
You gotta walk, I walked Bang I bang Slang where I To get I'm going to where I stay Blaze who I Pay dues, how I To get where I'm to
You walk, where I walked Bang I bang Slang I hang To get I'm going to Stay I stay who I blazed Pay dues, how I To get I'm going to