Deeper

Written by：C. Reid/J. Fortson/R. Samuels/R. Royal

I don't really wanna feel

Like I'm in a daze

So I smoke big kill

Just to deal with the ills

Like this f**ked up trip

My skills ain't payin' bills and

It's f**kin' with me and my grip

I drink that St Ide's sh*t

And smoke a ticket at the same time

Drop a wicked bomb on my naughty nature

I'm livin' foul like a nickerbocker

B**ch I'm not the woman to sleep but I'm lost

'Cause I be on some ole' I'm tired of niggaz

Tryin' to come up off b**ches type thing

And if I don't react the way

He want he might swing

His little trick b**ch a** in another direction

Then don't even use protection

I hate stupid sh*t assholes can avoid

Yo and if worse came to worse

I'll run a fraud on unemployed

'Cause who the f**k cares

That I got gray hairs and can't sleep

Know what I mean

This is deep I'm goin' deeper

Every now and then

I start flippin' and get to thinkin'

About deep sh*t beyond all that b******t

I shoot at people

Yeah I know what you mean

But f**k it I'm evil

And I'm hip to every b**ch tryin' to get a grip

And every ni**a tryin' to get a grip

But f**k that sh*t

And I say f**k that sh*t

With my mighty middle finger

I'm heavy off into this rap sh*t

F**kin' singers yo I think I'm gettin' tense

'Cause my dollars ain't makin' no f**kin' sense

But then again

It's probably all that chronic that I smoked

I use to be like that when

I was out there slangin' d**e

And lately I been flippin' on some

Old paranoid sh*t

Like lookin' f**kers up

And down tryin' to start sh*t

'Cause I'm a hard b**ch

So why don't you just soften up

I try to be cool but I get caught up

When I go to clubs straight up

I don't even trust myself yo you can trust me

F**k I know I'm just like you

Right that's deep

Deeper and deeper

Yo boss that sh*t you talkin' 'bout

That's some deep sh*t

I'm tellin' you that's

Can't really get with that relate to that sh*t

I guess it's best we tell them mon

Every time she come

She's detrimental mon

Yes mon know dis

Don't make me tell dem again mon woy

She too hotta tell a man she too hotta

Tell man she too hotta an'

Every posse know dat ta

Yes she too hotta tell man she too hotta

For inside she come

She say de posse get flat come

Aiyyo I got them buck wild thrills livin' foul kills

I'm tryin' to get to watts

But I'm stuck in Baldwin hills

Tryin' to find myself for real though check it

If I just rewind myself

I'll see it ain't that hectic

Y'all don't hear me talkin'

But it's time to get a stack

'Cause I'm about a second away

From goin' back

To the corner slangin' d**e

Gankin' cluckers jackin' high cappin' marks

I may be losin' my mind

But better that than my heart

I talk a lot of sh*t

But I can back it all the f**k up

I'm real cool people

Until some b******t get brung up

Look here believe me I ain't comin' out my crib

Tryin' to snap on life and run out

And do some dumb sh*t

So I'll be takin' another sip to relax me

And get them problems

Out my mind that distract me

Life is workin' on my last nerve

Yeah I hear you G

I'll see yo' a** next week peace

Yo that sh*t is deep

Deeper and deeper

Deeper and deeper

Deeper and deeper

Deeper and deeper