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Yuh Real Rx Real Rx Yeah Young Nigga stressed the fuck out I feel like the black nigga wanna get out Roll the window down, hang the stick out I hate bitches with a big mouth They like "Pap why the fuck you always doing drugs?" Why you never leave me alone and shut the fuck up? I always hear shit when I'm all by myself But clear as day it sound like somebody else You never experienced nothing I did And you never felt the ways that I felt I'm talking to the pictures on the wall Cause that's the only time I see my Dawg Nigga that shit broke every piece of my heart Still to this day wish I ain't get that call I'm talking to my nigga all night long They looking at me like something wrong Nigga you don't even know what the fuck going on I downed 2 Roxi's leave me alone I drive fast as fuck for a reason Maybe one day I'll go like Paul Walker Everybody know Papi not a talker I don't want your sympathy so don't even offer I'm getting sick and I'm feeling nauseous I keep having dreams seeing me in a coffin They like "Pap why the fuck you thinking bout death?" I watch my right I watch my left I empty this bitch till there's nothing left The Grim Reaper fucking with my head We having convos on the regular I try and stay 2 steps ahead of him I crack the Wock it's my medicine When I'm whipping rock it's effortless They say maybe I should go and see a therapist I got problems ain't no cracker gon' care I grew up feeling like I was never loved I got love from the streets, It was what it was Mama said if she could rewind time she would I said if I could rewind time I wouldn't It is what it is Mama I'm thuggin' I get high and think about my big cousin Other then that the closest thing to a brother I ain't really that close with my lil' brother We ain't got nothing in common with each other When he was born, I was in jail Hoping them crackers found me not guilty Scared as fuck, Paranoid as hell I'm not religious but grew up in hell It's either you make it or you fail I ain't like reading out loud in school Other kids used to think I was a fool I ain't have nice clothes they ain't think I was fly I used to wake up wanting to die BK the one taught me how to rob I turned into a motherfuckin' problem I ain't listening to Mama and I ain't going home When the Dog wrong bet he find a bone Corrupt as shit, running through my dome Felt like I was better on my own Learned a lot about life early on Bitch I move like Don Corleone You can't rewind life, do-over, or pause it I got the stick on me while I'm walking I wait outside your house just to rob you Climb through your window, I used the garbage Empty duffel bag to put your shit I left out just as fast as I came in I wish BK was with a nigga now Up the stick and gun a nigga down I keep hearing unfamiliar sounds Don't turn the lights off just turn them down I don't sleep that good when I'm in the dark Start having bad dreams, fucking up my thoughts Wake up out my sleep and I see my Dawg He not really there but who I'm supposed to call? I was 11 when I lost my faith in God I go to jail, regain my faith in God My first day out of jail somebody getting robbed They say "Pap what's your motherfuckin' problem?" I was selling crack, I ain't go to prom Crackers ain't put me in a cap and gown Instead they jump out to pat me down They know what the fuck I do when I'm around I robbed every nigga I hung around These niggas moving like some fuckin' clowns I don't know why my Grandma talk behind my back Knowing damn well if she called me I got her back She gon' lie and act like she don't But I know goddamn well that she do You don't love me but I love you Think you can stay and think one day she'll come through
Writer(s): Chester Roscoe, Moodboy Moodboy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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