I am not a child now I can take care of myself I mustn't let them down now Mustn't let them see me cry I'm fine, I'm fine I'm too tired to listen I'm
buzzed And you never see me with a couple bottles of Chris trying to pick up on a chick Like bitch you want this? That ain't classy The radio's playing my song, I got a
love floated up in the sky to Heaven It's part of a plan, it's back in God's hands Back in God's hands Oh, it didn't last, it's a thing of the past
streets I bet you I?ll wack a nigga before you wack me Nigga go get ______, yeh fuck w/ me You know a gangsta and a hustlah is all I?ll ever be Hook: Cause I?m a
right right) I feel so ( right right right) I wanna get (right right right) Verse 2: Look, have you ever heard the cries of a broken man Stared into the eyes of a
sorrow The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love) I'm a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor And all the above All the above (x7) Verse 1 [Maino
I'm so ghetto right, I'm so ghetto fly I'm so stuck in my ways, I live a ghetto life Yeah, they love it when I come through Rollin' like a thug dude
week you gotta come here and see me Get a job, can?t find one, see me Gotta test, here?s a cup for you to pee pee I?m not a friend; I ain?t trying to
! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse 2: To the top now Im a pop now I got
me a mill y'all Came up now, I'm what's up now When you shine all these haters wanna talk down I don't feel a way by what a nigga say It's alright love
And even when I die Don?t shed a tear when I?m laid I feel like a runaway slave I said I feel like a runaway slave Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave
goodbye I?m just a memory, baby do you remember me? Gave yall all a good reason just to remember see Now I?m reaching heavenly, I?ma leave a legacy My
with you again All in my place see Im a get it over with Rock-a-bye baby I could see it all now You gon get your neck broke Im a make the news, have
I gotta a lot to feel good about I think I'ma give away a good amount I think I might give away a million bucks I think I might give away a brand new
worry me But you ain?t heard of me I?m a G, Baby Not a celebrity I ain?t got rap friends Got homies all in jail I?m in a black benz Getting? drunk as
comes to night Place your hand, my body will decide Place your hand, my anger will subside There are fragments of possessions Shards of past relations Splintering my skin A
Sing it for 'em Pleasure P Little mama i know she ready now tell me what i gotta do now gotta get gotta get my hands on you and by the way that she told
