To pretend not to care That's just the easy way out When there's another hard time to face Will you make an effort or mend to the mold If you fail
Verse 1] [The Rottweiler:] 17 years old, bold, tryin' to get my slang on Broke as a joke, uh, tryin' my best to hang on And if I don't, I'll be a failure
myself in the stomach I loved it. (Can't breathe no more... what's this life for?) (I don't know... if I should stay or go...) (Thanks to Amy for these
victim now he's faced with killers Premonition you envision gotta make it nigga Try lifting weights to get in shape Spoons are scraped for wounds to make tatoos on face
He try to get you for all your spiritual revenue Pushing you to be misguided and misdirected New problems popping up just like an instant message [Hook:] Release it, let it go
see why y'all on me You need nigga pop swift you can call on me Fuck, whoever gotta problem I ain't for the face This for homicide when they takin' the
this game for years, it made me an animal I learned that nobody else can be held accountable but you for your career, not your manager, face it Even he
a choice Take a way your elitist buddies and you haven't got a voice No five thousand for radio, no hundred-thou for ads and banners No paying record stores for
low They can't stand to see Sho get that little bit mo' I guess they all on the same level See they was born broke and they gon' die broke together It
go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just couldn't come face to face with him that one last time. My failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment for
trust in they Lord and saviour I gotta believe in the fact that he must want better for us like young C gotta do it for us my car broke down f*** the
17 years old, bold, tryin' to get my slang on Broke as a joke, uh, tryin' my best to hang on And if I don't, I'll be a failure And I'll tell ya, I ain
I done been in this game for years, it made me an animal I learned that nobody else can be held accountable But you for your career not your manager, face
t got a choice Take away your elitist buddies and you haven't got a voice No five thousand for radio, no hundred thou for adds and banners No paying record stores for
u win, time flys. Platinum fast watches. I just... Broke out tha air wit my chest. I gotta get mine, aint got no time. Aint scared to go but not yet.
couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just couldn't come face to face with him that one last time. My failure to attend
even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just couldn't come face to face with him that one last time. My failure to attend intensified