[Zumbi, Verse 1] Now in a world full of pain, hard strugglin' stressed The Buddha say your soul sufferin', I'm still here blessed Just to breath, please believe I'm way out west Oakland to be exact, where the pimps still rest And the mean mugs and thugs that test your chest It'd be so easy for me to be a pess-I-mist But I'm still here rhyming', still chart climbing Addicted to the game like I'm on cane vibin' It's really all organic, so mamma don't panic Your son ain't a crack fiend, even though I back lean Hard on a verse til my **** sound clean The mega lord mix board, sword with a sheen Unseen in the night, while you sleep without light I slave to the beat, twist it til it feel tight Then take it to the sound proof booth with a mic The only thing in life that always made me feel right [Hook] Some my people got high, sold they soul for spit Some drink water fire, work to that brink Some make hard love til it starts to sting I stay rymin', doin' my thing Some shorties get smart, givin' brain to kids Some homies get live with their one night fling Some even go to church, prayin' on they sin I stay rymin', doin' my thing [Verse 2] In school I did cool, always got them grades But I acted real bad so the teachers say: What ya gonna do boy, you gotta go get paid Man I be rymin', doin' my thing And when I wrote they would joke that I wouldn't be **** Caus we was rocking high fashion, all counterfeit Tryin' to learn a new dance step, and feel legit Get a girl with a booty, and real big tits We was crazy home boy, my mind was warped By a 40oz bottle, speakin' tales Too Short What's my taste is yours, didn't know what for Just wanna be a rapper, wanna go on tour Hit hoochies in a hojo, life moves slowmo Fast forward today, on planes doin' promo Now ya see who I am MC to the heart, I'mma funk the jam [Hook] [Verse 3] I coulda been a doctor, or psychologist But it wouldn't make me happy, I chose to bust Roll with gamblers and hustlers Cats who grind all the time, drink and cuss But there's something beautiful, it's right beneath my touch It's hard to understand a certain kind of rush That I get from my lifestyle, struggling trife style Long way to go, happily I walk a long mile I'll... be... coming to town God gave me many blessings, I'mma spread 'em around When you see us in the club I'mma break **** down And I'll be rymin', doin' my thing It's my thing
[Zumbi, Verse 1] Now in a world full of pain, hard strugglin' stressed The Buddha say your soul sufferin', I'm still here blessed Just to breath, please believe I'm way out west Oakland to be exact, where the pimps still rest And the mean mugs and thugs that test your chest It'd be so easy for me to be a pess-I-mist But I'm still here rhyming', still chart climbing Addicted to the game like I'm on cane vibin' It's really all organic, so mamma don't panic Your son ain't a crack fiend, even though I back lean Hard on a verse til my **** sound clean The mega lord mix board, sword with a sheen Unseen in the night, while you sleep without light I slave to the beat, twist it til it feel tight Then take it to the sound proof booth with a mic The only thing in life that always made me feel right [Hook] Some my people got high, sold they soul for spit Some drink water fire, work to that brink Some make hard love til it starts to sting I stay rymin', doin' my thing Some shorties get smart, givin' brain to kids Some homies get live with their one night fling Some even go to church, prayin' on they sin I stay rymin', doin' my thing [Verse 2] In school I did cool, always got them grades But I acted real bad so the teachers say: What ya gonna do boy, you gotta go get paid Man I be rymin', doin' my thing And when I wrote they would joke that I wouldn't be **** Caus we was rocking high fashion, all counterfeit Tryin' to learn a new dance step, and feel legit Get a girl with a booty, and real big tits We was crazy home boy, my mind was warped By a 40oz bottle, speakin' tales Too Short What's my taste is yours, didn't know what for Just wanna be a rapper, wanna go on tour Hit hoochies in a hojo, life moves slowmo Fast forward today, on planes doin' promo Now ya see who I am MC to the heart, I'mma funk the jam [Hook] [Verse 3] I coulda been a doctor, or psychologist But it wouldn't make me happy, I chose to bust Roll with gamblers and hustlers Cats who grind all the time, drink and cuss But there's something beautiful, it's right beneath my touch It's hard to understand a certain kind of rush That I get from my lifestyle, struggling trife style Long way to go, happily I walk a long mile I'll... be... coming to town God gave me many blessings, I'mma spread 'em around When you see us in the club I'mma break **** down And I'll be rymin', doin' my thing It's my thing
