why niggaz really envy me I feel no sympathy It?s tight ill, plus I get slight chills when I write wills Tired of looking at these ugly niggaz with ice grills No telling what I
why niggaz really envy. I feel no sympathy. It's tight ill, plus I get slight chills when I write wills. Tired of looking at these ugly niggaz with ice grills. No telling what I
how I live, I see ya lil daddy [Verse 2: Young City] + (Diddy) I'm a bad boy millionaire, look at how I spin my hair So fresh so clean from my head to
ain?t Dough Bussa so don?t be try me like a hoe I?m not your everyday dough that I?m at your seat everyday I rob just a deal just to get my ass paid
and frustration and fear Try to figure out why the hell I came here Well I don't know either, and I'm not ready to take a breather neither All I know is I
be a goner Bad A$$: I don't fuck with no beats that don't bump, so sounds echo Let you stand in my shoes, I loose, so I don't let go Check yo bitch,
on the gate I ran though with the diploma that I owned With cops chasing me all the way till I got home I got away gain, why, you know what I did? I
I ain't enjoy it So why would I stand behind the mic and exploit it? I ain't ig'nant, just because I exercise spiritually They try to ignore how I exercise lyrically I
, I'm still waiting on a cano but it will never come I don't even know where I come from or where I'm gonna go to I'm headed to the mother land but will
I'm inhaling? Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard? Why am I walking, where am I running? What am I saying, what am I knowing? On this guitar
You say, come back home I say, I'm just fallin' from grace I say, I'm just fallin' from grace... Just fallin' Just fallin'... I'm smooth and heavy all
time you sent looking at yourself, You're so transparent, It makes me sick Baby you said I'm vain, But I've got so much to gain, For instance if I had
, I aint enjoy it So why would I stand behind a mic and exploit it? I aint ign?ant, just cuz I exercise spiritually They try to ignore how I exercise
I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I
, I'm still waiting on a canoe, but it will never come I don't even know where I come from or where I'm gonna go to I'm headed to the mother land, but
Life's so full of deception and lies Look deeply and see the pain in my eyes Why do I fall when I'm supposed to rise? The more I try [Klondike Kat] I
shit is lookin sticky I'm at the club and I can feel them sucka's scopin I'm knowin they plottin on me, but I'm still hopin They won't try my unless they