first time I realized This is the best for me We had the worst kind of understanding This can't go on, can't you see? It was the first time I realized
It's not the first time That I've had the sense that something's wrong But I'm old enough to know That things don't always work out like they should I
red beans kernal oil and hand me down poetry It's brick white washed walls widdowed by first paint The tin roof tops humm in songs of promise while time ends
one look was all it took, I'm shook Cause no one else compares to you [Chorus:] You're crazy sexy Got a body like A dancer on MTV I'd spend all my ends
It ain't no love in our lifestyle, it's all about greed Can't trust nobody, cause everybody got a trick up they sleeve I believe in struggling, cause that's all
I'm gone, they hate They hate me until I'm gone, if you love living your life, leave me alone [Z-Ro:] Fuck everybody lately, cause it was fuck me first
the deuce, when my thugs pass Live my life in silentary confinement, away from y'all If I needed artillery, could I even get the K from y'all I'm all
me to the Kappa for the first time, plus the car show Late night ripping up the mic, and sipping bar slow If I was doing bad, he would chunk me some ends
then I will reload Sick of all of this gun bumping, from you people Turning a Christian into someone who is evil, Z-Ro Motherfuckers all up in my business
But when your ends don't spend they tend to leave you solo I know, that's why I love Z-Ro, cause ain't nobody else gone love me I think of myself, y'all
the deuce, when my thugs pass Live my life in silentary vomet away from y'all If I needed artillery could I even get the K from y'all I'm all alone in
and all this wood on my dash All this starch on my ass, and all this money in my stash And how you love the way your hoes get all this dick in they ass
goin on 40 but I ain't hit the age of 24 hard times killing my smile but I'm a make it though if I can remember the last time I got to laugh without fakin
and let the next nigga get her That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo' I keep my
you cry, dry your eyes Young nigga time to do or die. I keep a pistol in my pocket, Ready on my block. Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit. And
but a dream Hard times is all we've seen (On my Block) (What's up to all the homies?) Every block is kinda mean (When I first got some pussy was
