Everyone around me saying different things I try to listen but nothing sinks in The goals I chase are out of reach It's time to stop going after something
but can you imagine what I'm about to do The places I'm bout to go and the money I'm bout to see Gave bill gates some binoculars and said look out for
through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my
they whip, but can't afford to lay away something And every bad bitch come around, they swear they had em But when they close enough to touch, niggaz won't reach out
the streets up to no good Tryin to make good and get out the hood like I did, and I'm gon' help 'em do it Cause I got love for my real niggaz and I got
got a certified plack that's on the way Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro gotta ride for the dog Gotta grind for the dog, put it down for the dog I love my dog
-Ro] Now if I die tonight, would you cry for me, would you get high for me And if you know who did the deed would you ride for me Or did you squeeze the
Now pay attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killing fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman
glistenin Now pay attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killin fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind
s the crook from the Brook' (c'mon) Matty broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?) No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh) Shootouts for
men Until the skies of sin I pray for the day we see you rise again Uh [Nas] [Broady] Thug Poet Street analyst is this, the Thug Poet Hustlers bang out to Thug Poet Flows for
You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret features Game preachers move yo' pimpin' for
no money [Verse 3: Akon] Gotta look out for haters if you wanna be blockin' Look out for stick up kids that be robbin' Look out for ladies with their
you know, nigga, uh Chorus: You know very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a go, but not that many 'cause you
him a fat twenty piece and then I reach for the bomb The things they get awfully man Wanna see what I put them shit come Took em for they last dollar,
pullin' the trigger, right My bullets steadily hittin' I go to pull it again, shit (damn) I ran out of ammunition (Where the fuck are the bullets at?!) I reach up for
believe it all tha time, nigga we live We straight up souljahz, Betta nigga done told ya, told ya We raw before we go broke, nigga we robbin ya'll, all
