i got that
b-more in me yeah that's my problem
i rep my city
yeah bitch i got em
fuck what you heard
niggas be wildin'
you got me fucked up
i'm from the bottom
oh yes lord! walk like i'm pimpin
talk like i'm mackin'
the projects love me
yeah boy what's happenin'
i'm finna kill em
i'm finna kill em
i'm on a hunnid
i done hit the ceiling
i'm thinkin fuck these bitches
we go for dollars
and my brothers keeper bitch and nino at the carter
the equalizer bitch i'm deeper
wiser
handsome
smarter
they call an ambulance they ass don't stand a chance in sparta
oh no no! i'm out the west side
just ask my grandma
i used to move the pack
had a pack of blamma
my niggas stacked with aka's and ain't no kappa gamma
and now we laughing to the bank like na-na-na-na
fuck with me!
no sunshine or feeling better
watch em all scatter they'll kill each other
if yo daddy dead
can't make him proud in
damn little boy
how you make it out of
i got that hustlers desire
that fire burning
i got that boyz n the hood mixed with that higher learning
na-na-na
niggas is bugging
niggas ain't fucking with me
they not on my planet
why should i panic
motherfuckers should be
thanking the lord that i'm building the ships
so you niggas won't drown in the midst of the flood
cause i'm giving you prophecy
niggas ain't watching me properly
bitch i be switching it up
like a gear on a bike
play if you want
say what you want
hear what you like
but take what you need
cause they dear to your life
fake if you want
i'll be there on the flight
like
free my ghetto cause we the ghetto
real boy
cut the strings
we don't need geppetto
they say there's levels to this shit
well you can't see my level
this a reach
you would need the devil
he would need a shovel
bitch i'm deep
all i beat is odds
all i get is that
at least i know
all i need is god
and i can bridge the gap
keyshia cole
omg
he's so cold
i know it's me
at least i'm told
los bring rap back to life
this shit needs some soul!
you can ask my grandma
i roll because i miss my dad
you can ask my mama
they shot my nigga in the head
ain't no happy camper
now i'm the best rapper alive
na-na-na-na-na-na
fuck with me!
lost souls and dope fiends
from what we're told there ain't no kings in
gun shots and caution tape
why is an honest dollar so hard to make in
no sunshine or feeling better
watch em all scatter they'll kill each other
if yo daddy dead
can't make him proud in
damn little boy
how you make it out of