Yeah, let’s take
´Em back, uh-huh
Comin up I was confused
My mommy kisin a girl
Confusing occurs
Comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain’t around probably out
Commitin felonies
My faourite rapper used to sign
,,Check check out my melody“
I wanna live good
So shit I sell dope
Four-four finger ring
One of them gold ropes
Lana told me if I passed
I’d get a sheepskin coat
If I can move a few packs
I’d get the hat, now that’d be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning
Niggaz had stole my bike
Different day, same shit
Ain’t nuttin good in the hood
I’d run away from this bitch
And never come back if I could
Hate it or love it, the underdog’s on top
And I’m gon‘ shine homey
Until my heart stop
Go ahead Evy me, I’m rap’s MVP
And I ain’t goin nowhere
So you can get to knot me
G Unit, on the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides, right above
The gold Aires
I’ll fo´-five ´em
Kill a nigga on my song
And really do it
That’s the true meanin of a ghostwriter
Ten G’s‘ll take your dauhter out her Air Forces
Believe you me homie, I knot all about losses
I’m from Compton
Where the wrong colors
Be cautious
One phone call’ll have
Your body dumped in marses
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin since my lil‘ nigga Rob
Got killed fo his Barclays
That’s ten years, I told Pooh in ninety-five
For my Air Max 95’s
Told Banks when I met him I’m a ride
And if gotta die
I’d rather a homicide
I ain’t have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I’m goin back to Cali
With my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate it or love it, the underdog’s on top
And I’m gon‘ shine homey
Until my heart stop
Go ahead Evy me, I’m rap’s MVP
And I ain’t goin nowhere
So you can get to knot me
From the beginnin to the end, losers lose
When it’s win this is real
We ain’t got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me, nigga, now listen to The Game
Used to see five-oh
Throw the crack by the bench
Now I’m fuckin with five-oh
It’s all startin to make sense
My mom’s happy, she ain’t gotta pay the rent
And he got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on shop money to lamp
Sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spěny
30million dollars on airplanes
When there’s kids starvin
Pac is gone and Brenda still throwin
Rabies in the garbage
I wanna know ,,What’s Goin‘ On“
Like I hear Marvin
No schoolbooks
They used that wood to build coffins
Whenever I’m in the both and I get exhausted
I think what if
Marie Bank had got that abortion?
I love you, ma
