They turned off my life, they turned off the phone There's shit in the hallway but this is my home My friends are all tired, my family's a joke There
than everything But my dollars, already and smokin' Sticky up through the lungs I can see you havin' my sons Screamin' your name on my next tape deck In the city, no hear my
so hard not to hate, but you grow up in a way [Jay-Z] I think you misunderstood me the first time.. Listen - that was my hurt in my heart talkin, along
pop, how you 'gon harm me! My shit go rat tttttttttttttaaaaattttttttt like a tommy I came at niggas calmly, now I'm on some nigga shit Try to touch my
my all My wife, my daughter, my love, my dream My mother, my father, my brother, my team My camp, my squad, my house, my car My boat, my shoes, my pants
drank a bottle of grain alcohol And beat the fucking shit out of my head Ow, ow, you're hurting me old man That night I served a concussion Deep inside my goat brain I still cannot feel my
bottle of grain alchohol, and beat the fucking shit out of my head. Ow! Ow! Ow! You're hurting me Old Man. That night I suffered a concussion, Deep inside my goat brain. I still cannot feel my
my hurt in my heart talkin', along with the truth I would thirst often as a youth 'cause of you the person Moms nursin' self esteem issues Round the house
activity to another Well I don't know which is the real life What I do actively Or when my thoughts are lost in time My new house, in elegant comfort
than everything But my dollars, spending and smokin' sticky up through the lungs I can see you havin' my sons, screamin' your name On my next tape deck in the city, no hear my
man obsessed with her egg shell white Her body was tight, "Ok" I said but not tonight Your life is your job; my job is my life Filled with gold spindles
see you havin' my sons, screamin' your name on my next tape deck In the city, no hear my pretty go Quick to break a 54, put you on my video Young and
I was a doctor. I try to have the finest things in life, but when I get'em, they say I'm not living right. They search my house and car for no reason,
I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If God had an iPod, I'd be on his playlist My phrases amazes the faces in places The favourite, huh My cup
