Lately Life has been on another level
Heart is telling me off again
Cuz Only the Art is only callin me a friend
Still Hardly disheveled
Though I don't mind getting dirty dirty
When the juice is worth the squeeze
I'll bring a rich bitch to her knees
If she get flirty
Shit I'm
Bout to turn 32
Ain't this mufucka
Smokin' a Dutch
Corn rolls under my trucka
Already Blew more Os then most of these all these
Suckas
Should've hopped at the Rucker's
Still I'd
choose this music shit to stay close to my brother
In a heart beat
Almost to a fault
But that's on me
I don't wanna choose between
My dream, and my family
But Life don't go the way you plan it
At least exactly
Surrounded by vanity
Be havin' me ready to slap niggas out of insanity
Like can it be
I missed my chance to reach fans of that real shit
Sometimes it gets way too hard deal it
And i gotta..
What it's gonna take
Short of
Running from the Jake's
Cuz I just bust through the gates with that show nuff
On my George Jung but lookin like puff
Still With a JLO
Don't nobody move til I say so
She keep French nail full of yayo
Mama lives in Diego
Now we usin her apartment for the lay low
Shit is cold
If them boys come we gotta run
Even if shits been sold
Cuz they been on my ass
Since my last hit went gold
Knowing these streams don't pay enough
How Could a nigga
Break the mold without a scuff
Cuff em up
Fuck that
I'd blast back
Cuz they gon buss me for more than just being black
And nigga that's a fact
Pop the trunk
They gon find a junky niggas favorite habitat
I've been at this shit
Since I was losing cabbage patch Kids
Crazy how my seed might not ever know what that is
so I handle my biz
Real discreet
Black Steve McQueen of the Beats
Like can I live nigga?