[Loon]
ma I tried so many years,
but it seems like all I brought u is tears,
I tried to eliminate all of your fears,
But its conflict,
Yea, check it out, uh, yo
A yo the game keep callin,
Niggaz in the streets is ballin,
Try to creep just to keep from falling,
But the block keep hollerin,
Yellin my government name, I tried to stop but the love of the game,
They got my girl in a frenzy,
My niggaz used to be friendly till they seen me and puff in the Bentley,
Now, forced to stay, forces use force and spray coffins lay when Iâm forced to play,
Like a animal,
Dawg if I put my hand on u imma handle u,
Like Iâm Hannibal the motherfucking cannibal,
All plans is through, dreams and goals,
The block hot but why this shit seem so cold,
This shit seems so old, tryna redeem my soul,
The feds roll and my team done fold,
Like a bad hand of poker,
Even ya man ull' smoke ya for these crushed up leaves of copa now,
[Chorus] {Joe Hooker}
IâŚ. cant talk through to you..
The way I used toâŚ
You donât understand why IâŚ.
Feel the wayâŚ
That I do..
[Loon]
Yo, check it out,
Itâs been 4 years, and u aint shed no tears,
And through the course of that I lost 4 pairs,
Thatâs why I smoke more blunts, drink more beers,
You never consider it, like you just donât care,
The pain I feel inside you just donât share,
When I share my deepest thoughts we just donât hear,
Well aware of my fears of me losing my life,
Iâm well aware of my fear of me losing my wife,
Thatâs why I stay using my gun and using my knife,
Gotta deal with this shit till my music get right,
I buy u, pretty things just to see you wear it,
U sayin I aint shit trying to break my spirit,
I try to change my life but u just donât hear it,
Guess I gotta find another girl to spend 4 years wit..
Damn, all that time got wasted
But I guess I gotta face itâŚ.
[Chorus] X 1
[Loon]
Uh, yo, uh,
A yo the cops donât like me,
They always eager to fight me,
Even though I know they wanna be like me,
Coz they see a nigga icy,
Doin a buck in the white V,
Twizzy getting bizzie with wifey,
Getting head on the highway,
Iâm getting money to fly away,
Pull me over just to fuck up my Friday,
What could I say nothing, still they be frontin,
Throw a brick in the trunk and try to make up something,
But Iâm not with the bullshit,
Thatâs why I run with a full clip,
Flint cock the hammer and pour quick,
Donât care about your uniform,
Or that bullshit u be on,
Now who gon really mourn when you be gone?
One in your head like a unicorn,
You moving on, your favourite suit is on,
Moms singing that stupid song,
âMy baby aint blast nobody!â
But he still got smoked at bay-bayâs party
Thatâs why..
[Chorus] X 2
