then for a quick top This time opting for the reassuringly cheap option When the quids are down my Schott hoodie?s my ball gown My essential accessory is my
two jobs, work my fingers to the bone Spending more time at those jobs than I ever spend at home And I can't help but feel the stress, all my bills
B's was tight, we be on Sunday night We had the first family, C and Mr. Chris Brown My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down My DJ burns vocals,
music's got abusive roots, fists hit my face on rough nights You think bruises are cute but, trick, you ain't my blood type Some strike the wrong nerve
all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were
me but love to speak nigga cause I got a freak every day of the week They just fake friends, they hope the shit ends (fuck you) They see the dough my click spend
they speak Disrespect between the sheets, the ends don't meet No rice beans or meat My Momma was the bread winner plus she had to cook us dinner My Daddy
all our friends To the music that never ends To the people we want to be Baby, power to you and me To the music that never ends Baby, power to all our
all my puppy fat But my days have taught me this That every day I spend pretending That I always choose the right path Is a day that I choose the wrong Oh yes, my
nothing but a name you will forsake Your words are always there to break my fall (BREAK MY FALL!) And I might find the comfort to see through it all
but a name you will forsake Your words are always there to break my fall (Break my fall) And then I find the comfort to see through it all Guide me
If I lived in a perfect world I would spend my days lying in the sun the party never ends in a perfect world if your life has hit the skids wave goodbye
wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my
it's all about (word up) Get up in the morning and I take a bath Count my cash and Wash my ass and Think about the days when I was broke No joke Lighting
't stop 'til I check a mil' I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill 365, 7 days I believe crack pays My estates been guarded by pit bulls and
at all But now I spend my days In ever increasingly complicated ways Convincing myself of the rightness Of each word I say My exit, unfair if unobserved
I don't think you know how much time I spend As I wait on my own contemplating ends I am torn in the middle of a world that won't let loose I hang here
Well I can't wait any longer when's it my turn to see the light that'll come and take my troubles away?" Now he spends his days preaching what he does