it look like baby?) Hi haters (Throw dirt on my shoulders like I'm dead) Street Fiddadidadam I got my.. Street Fiddadidadam Got my.. Street Fiddadidadam I got
huh) A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin a thing (uh uh) Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring See I told y'all I'm doin my thing And I'm winnin
I got a good side and a bad side Inside my head,I hear screams and loud voices And I can't lie,ain't got Shit! I ain't got to brag,I'm hard pressed for
choices I got a good side and bad side, inside my head I hear screams and loud voices And I can't lie I ain't got shit, I ain't got to brag, I'm hard
meenz I'm nt a truble maker Bt if u bring it to me den I will brake u. I'm a real chick not a ***** Young, wiff a dream tryna gt rich I will defeat yoo
If you want it and I got it I'll give it to you And if you need it Just call me, I'll be there for you And baby all of my secrets I'll share them with
of my few friends talking A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge I do self evaluate, Yea I know I've got some problems Can't change who I am, I
need of a pilot? Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem What you thought was a prize is what I see as a blinder They ask me why I never
of a black girl, [Chorus:] I wonder why I sit and cry, Wish I could shed all these tears, I'm down and out, I'll keep it moving and tryna get out, I
I don't know who told you, but I don't see a mom I see a young teen I don't see a problem We're livin' wrong before your God see a proverb Your little
instead of crack I'm sellin' records now (Unhh!) I eat beef like a double deck of checkers burger I ain't scared to do a murda, im'a weapon squirta I'
' in it Hate me cause I'm doing good Hate me cause I ain't doing bad At least I got to be a dad But I got no seeds I used to bleed for some other cats
I'm cheating I'm on the way home to give that bottom a beating Even though I'm what they call a rap singer With business to handle I got time to Carat
friend who is my foe, I just can't tell no mo' Cause seem like everywhere I go, somebody got a problem with Ro It might be somebody from the past, or somebody I
a grand I got a plan to come up, and get mo' cheddar I know you mad, cause my Benz got a lil' leather I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high I told Z
my life), cause I can't tell if I'm coming or going out Just wanna die sometime [Z-Ro:] First off, I gotta say that I'm thankful for Trae If I ain't
we gangsters I pull a fo' and told you po' out that wine If I wanted flex, I coulda got a strap at that moment I'd rather keep ca-ca-cash, cause I'm alreaady