I let you down, you saw me fall you laugh at mister know it all it's all you ask and all you are you wake me up, you call me down you wake me up, you
me So far away from my reality I hate the way you look, I'm looking back I hate the way I look, you're looking too I think maybe I'm just falling, falling, falling
be afraid, yeah Come with me I close my eyes and I see You standing there I cry tears of sorrow, I die Uh-huh, yeah Fuck my enemies Fuck my foes Damn
muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em Oh, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, man Ha ha ha, I need y'all to sing, children Sing
I know you want me I made it obvious that I want you too So put it on me Let's remove the space between me and you Now rock your body, oh Damn, I like
write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
DJ turn it up It's about damn time to live it up I'm so sick of being so serious It's makin' my brain delirious I'm just talkin' true I'm tellin' you
I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone Damn, how'd I get into this scam Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand I came up from
) Fuck that right, I want the right to talk I want the right to speak, I want the right to walk Where I wanna yell and I'm gonna Tell and rebel every
because I curse the beat E hits the fader and the crowd is lit I start bustin' off some new shit The stage is so smokey that I almost fall off I start
lookin' from under me Wondern' what I did? I didn't play myself kid I respected my fans and made the high bid Sometimes I write my rhymes at night and fall
my Rolex when I cruise the projects A fly brother that is hard to figure I punch hos and I smack up niggers Because I'm a pimp and a player Sometimes I
How many girls I done hit up and ran I'm like smooth I'm already trying to fuck your friends. Then I'm... Chorus x2 Once I bust I'm out. All the real
beef I got is the steak I'm tryin' to eat from the players elite East, West, North, South, Moon, Star I'm gonna ball wherever the chips are I hope y
again, I'm back in the diss mode I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload On this so-called government we've got If I lied like them, I think I'd get
's in the mutha-fuckin' house Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror The paranoid, gots to get the boy Get your steel 'cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I