Shit
You always are lookin at the people
The projects, the buildings get the wrong niggaz in
Torn the seat up
Hoping I dont have to flush it
Brown nigga pocked full of big bills
Youre not turning into a preach nigga
You still let the hammer off
Higher than the motherfucker
You aint after her no more
I might have to fuck her
Im starting in the morning, nigga
But you wasnt really mine, nigga
I aint trippin ,I hate you re comin with the teritory
Yeah, I put the niggaz on the ground
I aint trippin ,I hate you re comin with the teritory
Yeah, I put the niggaz on the ground
And you will burry them for me
Nobody could cover for me
I used to get money, thats another story
My heart pours out fort those who suffer before me
As long as it aint broken, wtf do you call me?
Bitches love it
They see you jumpin in different machines
Sunday to Sunday Im training and Im being ready
I came from the hood and Im on the runway
You know the ticket is one way
Im probably lookin for action
The shit is loaded in fragments
I aint got ...
Give me a reason or a point to why Im leavin
You are already fucking
If you dont know, then find out
Fuck off ,sucker