Song Lyrics
but wait a minute we both need ya mother s attention
It s hard to be iced up with gucci god poverty s real, i must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant Of, gandhi was a what the fu
picture myself a old man a o.g
Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king, addicts and fiends prostitutes passin for teens is my society
I pump some rick james with that teena marie, some niggas will conversate with liers all day
Some niggas will conversate with liers all day, i guess livin is prison when you live around clowns Book, some niggas will conversate with liers all day
Some niggas will conversate with liers all day, damn i wish i took more time to write in my book of rhymes
Gandhi was a fool, my people be projects or jail never harvard or yale, things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded
Word but i wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today, aw why you laughin alchemist, i can t fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupies
i get upset cause i just want to be treated the way you are
Still behind the ears wet turned out to be pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares, oh shit tina i been lookin for this bitch number damn Book, i get upset cause i just want to be treated the way you are
rarely y all come in contact with the real
Pardon me type in my 2way while i m chargin my cell, nah it s weak, it s hard to be iced up with gucci god poverty s real
my nina lean on me like swoop it s crap this can t be my book of rhymes
aiyo i envy you cause all you do is smile and things come your way
Picture myself a old man a o.g, picture myself a old man a o.g Book, fuck that i ma write again now fuck that
The us army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest, aiyo i envy you cause all you do is smile and things come your way, no this rhyme is weak
I guess livin is prison when you live around clowns, yo said there s a few left since music s expressions of life
Gandhi was a what the fu, my people be projects or jail never harvard or yale
no this rhyme is weak
Such a innocent child is what some say, gandhi was a what the fu, smelling fresh youthful intelligent while i m stressin and shit
Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin for teens is my society, or what s in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man Of, soon as i hear the track you know what i m sayin
Nah it s weak, huh you a funny nigga naw yeah
Man i foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes man, huh you a funny nigga naw yeah, i get upset cause i just want to be treated the way you are
My people be projects or jail never harvard or yale, my book of rhymes, man i foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes man
My book of rhymes, i see imitators tryin to make albums spittin my style Rhymes, yo said there s a few left since music s expressions of life
Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety, i guess livin is prison when you live around clowns
addicts and fiends prostitutes passin for teens is my society
damn i wish i took more time to write in my book of rhymes
Fuck that i ma write again now fuck that, smelling fresh youthful intelligent while i m stressin and shit, beautiful ladies on their arms
i m jealous of you how come you so beautiful
oh shit tina i been lookin for this bitch number damn
And they don t even realize that i notice they stealing nas shit, fuck it check it how can i trust you when i can t trust me
gandhi was a fool
Like a star not a worry in this world thus far, it kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue, nah it s weak
Still behind the ears wet turned out to be pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares, alchemist you know me man
Beautiful ladies on their arms, things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded
my book of rhymes
Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife, it s hard to be iced up with gucci god poverty s real Rhymes, my nina lean on me like swoop it s crap this can t be my book of rhymes
Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck, like a star not a worry in this world thus far
no this rhyme is weak
Still behind the ears wet turned out to be pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares, my people be projects or jail never harvard or yale, gandhi was a what the fu
Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck, oh shit tina i been lookin for this bitch number damn, nah that was weak there
pardon me type in my 2way while i m chargin my cell
my people be projects or jail never harvard or yale
It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue, it kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue, pardon me type in my 2way while i m chargin my cell
things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded