I start out just to vibe out I ain't about to bow out. I'm more gangsta then you are but I ain't about to row out. My season will come it has to, honestly I feel like I'm 10 months pregnant, I'm past due. Sencierly, untouchy these days I can't take nuttin. I'm tryin to treat my record like the Lord **** I'm tryin to brake somthin'. And mostly I'm up and stressin when other folks sleep and believe I know struggle n struggle knows me. My life owes me like an oven dose I'm slowly driftin to the arms of trouble and trouble holds me and nothin else is close to me more than pain unfortunatly, like a self-fulfillin prophecy I'm supposed to be... [Chorus: x2] I'm strugglin and it's troublin in the circumstance I'm dwellin in to find myself in the corner huddlin with some angry men and I gotta settle **** again before they gotta kill again [Verse 2:] I should be chillin on beaches instead my bone freezes duckin glocks and I was n 12s like Jesus The realest thing to me is since I was defeated is the only break I ever got was at recess so legitematly I remain very little releaved and that thug rappas I remain very little entriged and can you blame me with how we lived in the late 80's throwin rocks at the crazy ladies and when we played these crazy games the whole crew had crazy names we even had a crypper we called him lazy legs but my faith remains untouched and unchanged still in my block you hear more shots then a gun range [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] More to the truth no writin just me recordin in the booth forced by the loop and the guitar but I'm the boss of the group I speak truth deep roots remain equal danger the pain in my song is crazy but the sequal is stranger Hey man I'm from the oddest hardest progress then departed I'm now known as a recordin artist spittin what little remains of your memories in your process bigger or little making your name into a colossus believe me I'm thankful my brother's still with me and ain't much changed Bobby's still troublin with me I'm still mom n pory but we always dently I got a little recordin gig but evidentally [Chorus x2]
I start out just to vibe out I ain't about to bow out. I'm more gangsta then you are but I ain't about to row out. My season will come it has to, honestly I feel like I'm 10 months pregnant, I'm past due. Sencierly, untouchy these days I can't take nuttin. I'm tryin to treat my record like the Lord **** I'm tryin to brake somthin'. And mostly I'm up and stressin when other folks sleep and believe I know struggle n struggle knows me. My life owes me like an oven dose I'm slowly driftin to the arms of trouble and trouble holds me and nothin else is close to me more than pain unfortunatly, like a self-fulfillin prophecy I'm supposed to be... [Chorus: x2] I'm strugglin and it's troublin in the circumstance I'm dwellin in to find myself in the corner huddlin with some angry men and I gotta settle **** again before they gotta kill again [Verse 2:] I should be chillin on beaches instead my bone freezes duckin glocks and I was n 12s like Jesus The realest thing to me is since I was defeated is the only break I ever got was at recess so legitematly I remain very little releaved and that thug rappas I remain very little entriged and can you blame me with how we lived in the late 80's throwin rocks at the crazy ladies and when we played these crazy games the whole crew had crazy names we even had a crypper we called him lazy legs but my faith remains untouched and unchanged still in my block you hear more shots then a gun range [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] More to the truth no writin just me recordin in the booth forced by the loop and the guitar but I'm the boss of the group I speak truth deep roots remain equal danger the pain in my song is crazy but the sequal is stranger Hey man I'm from the oddest hardest progress then departed I'm now known as a recordin artist spittin what little remains of your memories in your process bigger or little making your name into a colossus believe me I'm thankful my brother's still with me and ain't much changed Bobby's still troublin with me I'm still mom n pory but we always dently I got a little recordin gig but evidentally [Chorus x2]
