Yea see this right here it so real
I see everything clear
Verse 1
They probably cut from the same cloth
If he ain't soft
You know the name boss
I'm high as a cocaine cost
so can't watch pain off
see fate is a mothafucka brotha you can't change yours
He won't show the money get the chainsaw
Keep cuttin shit off til' he talk
I'm one of the boss of New York
The voice of the people till i walk
We all know life's a bitch and yet i thought
It will get a little better from the hell i caught
I lost a few screws you can tell i'm short
Went from shit,property,and L i brought
Shoot dice like a sport and stunt like my time ticket
Pour my liquor for my homicide victim
If my nigga ride i'm ride wit him
Blood,sweat, and tears that will fly out of my system
Live long is the message right
Moreover in the hood if 21 you startin yo 2nd life
Life more than a neck of ice
but for a deck of price but damn sure look nice (you look good)
I always have a ethic of a winner
I'll work to it hurt then i murk on spinner
I'll gobble these rap niggas for dinner
Bring your girlfriend around me i'm gonna to hit her
Chrous
It Time to Chill and question what's real
Reality seems a drift
That why they walk around like this
Now it's 2006 more cribs and more whips
If hate me get off my dick
Everybody got to box that fists thats it.
Verse 2
Easy death and hard times
It's tough to explain i'll figure i just rhyme
It's all fine and fuck up at the same
I feel that they dealt me a card that ain't mine
Man fuck that somebody gotta a shuffle
I'm thirsty sort of slave off the buckle
My attitude i don't really care
Baltimore Born but i'm good everywhere
My nigga had nothin but dreams
But the block got him before he turned 13
Somebody lean every baby first scream
I recall i see you know what i mean
Chrous

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