Nappy boy nigga, Dope... ayyyy Dope I'm a let you remember this time shorty, Dope just cause I luv ya... Dope... now let the horse play... Dope ayyy Dope ya dope
wouldn't care if she smoke dope, shot rope Or chased a billy goat (Billy goat?) But you don't hear me, though Pain and rent, you need to pray and repent
people out here Tell me I don't belong in this rap game Whether it be um too young Not your everyday rapper It's fucked up but) They say I ain't ready
Pain She Call Me Sometimes Just To Ask Is It Her Thing Ever Since I Ran Up In Shawty She Ain't Been The Same [Chorus: T-Pain] Even Though I'm Not
) Ay Pain, I want you tell 'em bout your shawty homie (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeaaaaaah) and I'ma tell em bout mine, dawg [Chorus: T-Pain] Now, even though
't dropped out for nothin'! I swear these dolla's gon' add up And I ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck That's why I shine like I does, it's pain
love in my heart Cause my homies was phony, straight from the motherfucking start Why couldn't I get a ride, if I ain't have no weed, these motherfuckers Ain't
these seeds that you can't feed And these blocks full of rookies that you can't bleed 20/20 vision clear day, but you can't see That you can't be the
them off Lay it down little daddy straight take them off Yeah I'm living a sin when against the grain You don't know Z-Ro you don't know my pain Tears
[Hook - 2x] Life is a struggle and pain, I can't see the Sunny days 'fore the rain, G-O-D please Help me to maintain, because I don't Wanna die, if I'
chill really sit back When I'm on swangas never hear no noise, cause them hoes don't click-clack I'm thinking thoed about to unload, on anything that don't
helps when our battle folds If it ain't true, if it ain't crew, it's a mexican deed I'ma catch an attitude instntly bitch you plexing with me And ain't
t slip or slide 'Cause when I was comin' up you was talkin' shit Now that I made a nigga suck a dick I know what's happenin', don't think I'm dumb Kid
head cause I ain't mad at cha (Hmm, I ain't mad at cha) [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [
got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number
-- Tupac] I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches even when I die they won't worry me mama don't cry bury me a G More
black cryin, brothers in packs dyin Plus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why Watchin our own downfall, witness the end It's like we don't believe