Lyrics

Suckas can't survive without philosophyin' When somebody dies you see why I'm not surprised Had a plot to rise since I looked into the doctors eyes Since I started drinking milk through was homogenized I was strived with or without a pops to provide Mom still cries cause she fell for a crock of lie I try to teach her to fight her fear I try to teach her to wipe her tear Don't worry, shit gon' be a'ight this year I'm at the top of my game, just watch for my name Better off popping my brain than poppin' my chain I claim king without dropping a thing When they ask if I'm best I reminisce to the banging' The drama's pitiful, little niggas is homicidical Couple meals ago shorty was eating through his umbilical Now he feel he unkillable The wrong altercation will leave his ass with a long abrasion I try to make my life to focal through rhyme These niggas do vocal booth crime I shot niggas multiple times But when you rapping, you the crack king I sold it to whites when you thought it was just a black thing I'm filled with this realness, rappers happen to lack it I'm flabbergasted you got a platinum plaque for that whack shit All the real gangsters, they're on their way to being dead or in jail They don't make records to sell The drama's pitiful, little niggas is homicidical Couple meals ago shorty was eating through his umbilical Now he feel he unkillable The wrong altercation will leave his ass with a long abrasion I try to make my life to focal through rhyme These niggas do vocal booth crime I shot niggas multiple times But when you rapping, you the crack king I sold it to whites when you thought it was just a black thing I'm filled with this realness, rappers happen to lack it I'm flabbergasted you got a platinum plaque for that whack shit All the real gangsters, they're on their way to being dead or in jail They don't make records to sell
Writer(s): Justin Gregory Smith, Anthony Best, Brian Carenard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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