You should dance away (from me)
weak. And I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech, I said I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech, Man I feel like a failure, a
doe They wanna know where I live (nah), what I got to give (nothin') Do I got some kids (hell nah), and do I got a Benz (bitch) But you never ask, I'
's So Much Pain [Chorus: Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}] I'ma solider 'till I die {I'ma die a thug} Keep standin' by my side I'll admit i'm gettin' high
of perfect, a life of hurtin' Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain So I spent your time in poor and working I see no reason So I stay ballin'
, a life of hurtin' Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain So I spent your time in poor and working I see no reason So I stay ballin' season to season
I know will I forever be payin my dues, will I forever be singing the blues? Where will I find a shoulder when I be wantin to lean know what I mean? when I
momma Wanna catch feelings then use the llama, my shit'll go through your armor Every word is deadly like the Unabomber And even at age 9 I was king like
to revaluate your goals A lot of brothers be inside the mental cage I couldn't believe when I found out his age (twenty-?) Now I'm off to Jamaica and
pissed at you I could rip your goddamn arms off and.. Anyways, I don't care, I don't wanna fucking talk to you I don't wanna talk to you anymore I don
my sister you punk motherfucker (intro) I do... I do... I do... Hey whassup, can I kiss the bitch yet?... I do... First of all bitch, I never promised I
life, I'm twice his age Understand I'm a sinner but I'm nice some ways Knee deep in what I speak 'cuz I spit the truth I become angelic when I sit in
that life, I'm twice his age Understand I'm a sinner but I'm nice some ways Knee-deep in what I speak 'cuz I spit the truth I become angelic when I sit
(talking) I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all 'Cause the more we get, the more we takin from other people baby Brooklyn! Here's a toast to all the dons
[talking] I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all 'Cause the more we get, the more we takin from other people baby Brooklyn! Here's a toast to all the dons
I die I'ma be about that street shit I'm bout mine And I aint the one you wanna beef with I'm thugged out Chorus: repeat 2X [B.G.] Look my block hot the law sleep
stay away from trouble but I always invite it It seemed like that same day I was fightin Stressin shoulda figured I ain't had no patience I stay in some
I keep it real, dog, I'm hittin' it raw And I don't know how to carry this bitch Sometime I wanna marry this bitch Sometimes I feel like quitting this