my friends I'm not looking back at these empty promises but I can't believe that every word you said it's still running through my head. It's still running through my head
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
In these muthafuckas eyes did you see it? I'm gripping these curbs, skur, did ya heard I love 'em, my fellas, my furs, I fly like a bird Chicken heads
checkin' through my rearview with my hand on my heat Cause hatas can't stand to see a nigga doin' good but fuck Hollywood I'm a still bang the 'hood Gettin' my
too smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it Put 'em all in houses cleaned up all of my
You, Sue Me+ This be from the heart, sincerly yours, truly B9, behind, your blinds Behind your door, you want war? Don't think so, you know my M-O Beretta
I am dividable by broken dreams Single moms you my heroes you my queens To get my mom out the hood that is my hopes and dreams to reach my son to be
Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoebox You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox Hear my
he fought me to win My broken task is born again, let a new war begin I think he saw me grin. Played my ass like a sucka Turned that brunch between me and my
mmmm yeah life goes on [hook] they told me to make another song for the radio (radio) my mind keep telling me yes but my heart keep telling me
put that on my only mamma Still rollin' with the 4, 5th, now that I'm rich Got these broke niggas so sick And my daughters college pre-paid, she straight
the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter vs. spirit, through meditation I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines
, Yeah, Yeah, All my ballers get ya cups up Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, All my ballers get ya bucks up Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, If you broke nigga tough luck Yeah, Yeah
that gat And you hear that thang click-clackin You hear what that boy said? Don't be a hard head Save me some left overs im through with some raw bread
a *** nightmare Wake up, *** I traded in my white Nike Airs For a rare pair of Converse, back to the hood My own *** actin' like I turned my back on the hood I used my
cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoe box You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox Hear my