all for no reason you try competing with the words i speak i feel the tension you're blown away i'm taking you down options are still in reach there's
years, 'til the transome got rotten A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten It was just an old plywood boat With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
until you show respect Then on your cheek until I reach my peak Then in your mouth girl, no joke, I'll take it out girl Don't want to see you choke
ungrateful, it probably sounds strange I really love the role I play The songs I sing, but with all the fame The things that seem so simple Are suddenly so far out of reach
there any hope A thousand words can't say? Politicians choke While we stand off believing it's okay While we stand off believing it's okay How can we reach
Y'all don't hear nuttin'? Who that, mac? Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin' Who the fluck, want, what? Catch Bleek in south beach out of the reach of
great big roller coaster Everything in life don?t happen like it?s suppose to Trials and tribulations make you stronger, live longer You wanna reach
years, till the transom got rotten A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten It was just an old plywood boat With a 75 Johnson, with electric choke
i can't please em and I got 'em and there, gotta learn their lesson Blastin', load my revolver,hand me bigger me pump, but never my dirty, then i reached
bailin' Rebellin', tellin' y'all nothin' but a soldier tells Critic can kiss my ass I might go to thinkin' about my past Get mad, I reach in my stash
in the Mo Thug game And it gets me out of all miseries Follow the benefits, stay in place As long as we reach, put up the fist and flip and pray I'll be done, when I reach
forty ounce of cold St. Ides Jammin' to a tape to my partner had made Growin' up in the Hood' bein' mixed with Face Swisher sweet's a killer, feelin' nothin' but nice Reached
goin' numb I'm runnin and you're runnin And we're runnin and we're runnin' on empty I'm runnin in this maze till I reach the sea My heart burns up inside
man. Better times I wrote for glass, less, wind. From both behinds in back, we're reaching one of each, in time. Heart like a picture to be. Hardly, we reach
the methods you used as you tried to reach me They don't matter not a single bit I'm alright inside, I'm just trying to hide From all the propaganda you want to choke
in the hook when the world is shooken Thug life's a tough one, my life's a rough one Don't make me have to reach out and touch one I'll break your frame
