Here I am wasting my life, according to a slave for life. You can go to college and get a job, but all the years of your youth are going. And I just
Birdman Won't waste my time, torch you in freak sand I look at gettin Cash Money like a sport Smoke a Newport, then finish yo ass with one thought Niggas
book out The law stay on crews, thirsty with they hook out That old-school bang out, Money that pulled the thang out They bit him and hit him with a
shit Yo, I told him: wear plastic But he said he couldn't feel it Great fate, my period already late [L & TM] Put him on a hook, bitch, serve him like
his words He'll rob you of your world and he'll sweep you off your feet He'll give you character like an actor in a play And you'll never see him, huh
back Its extortion ?? proportion so half of the staff up there is fresh outa jail from boston Bullyin and bossin, caged like a slave they've completely brainwashed him And forced him
say may cut you like a knife and totally influence and change somebody life Who me? I'm 19, and best to have seen what I already seen Life taught me
menacin fact, but these domincan cats could Finish him black, cuz he didn't finish them packs, didn't finish that weight, that kid he had picture, caught ten in the Face, him
my pops first The coins of riches were given to him to quench his thirst He told me there is always rainbows and clouds in heaven A life lost gave
right, my click airtight Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes or lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the street Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish
reggae on his headphones I grabbed him, snatched him backwards Smacked him, he tried to react is when I was tempted to put a cap in him But I didn't,
lookin for a quickie But the tighter the roads, the harder I'll pursue And my goal in my life with my ride is to shoot For the finish line, so I can get
, I can see it in your eyes. In the harsh light of freedom I know that I cannot deny that I have wasted time, have frittered it away in idle boasts of
But it's okay, it's alright My Blackberry's filled with a whole bunch of women Wasting time, steady tryin' to get you back Get you back in my life You
so tough Sir Too Short was coming up I did just what I wanted to But when I finished, what did I do? I took her home, real real fast I charged her up for wasted
