fueled by jeliousy Shes my addiction, my addiction and i cant controll it Shes my addiction, my addiction and i cant controll it Shes my addiction, my addiction
and don?t know who the professor is, How low people go for the dough and make a mess of things, Kids are murdering other kids for the fun of it, Instead
tryna get my mature life on O D. O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth Cohen
on my shoulders I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers But then the general, would decide when their life would be over So I work hard until my
girl stugglin, tryin to survive Mother of the Earth, she made you and I Just tired of playin the same ol' games Messin with my mind, emotional thangs
sour over power (Chorus) Hustlin's like a drug, it's addicting The more you hustle, the more you get addicted The longer you hustle, the deeper the addiction
class and don't know who the professor is How low people go for the dough and make a mess of things? Kids are murdering other kids for the fun of it
some xanax in my water... (Nope) Hello my name is Travie and I'm a life-aholic Told'em all these beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha) The alpha to my
I can show ya Why is my shit so funky it stanks? Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant Banks You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew You might of just learned
sabbath, bad habits. My girl's in love with a thug, and a drug addict. Slow evil, back to my high, Til I poison the oceans, and blacken the sky. No need
at ya now) Look at ya now (look at ya now) I keep my hand on my ?? when I lay the sheets Bitch touch my baby ?? fuck wit my sleep We the comeback kids
stop, won't stop addicted to this new shit Brand new convertibles, I'm so roofless Front row fight night, see how big my tube is Fuck HD nigga, see how clear my
high Young girl stugglin', tryin' to survive Mother of the Earth, she made you and I Just tired of playin' the same ol' games Messin' with my mind, emotional
? No matter what though you gotta keep your head up to the sky This goes out to all the infants In this cold world that was born addicted And to all the section eight kids
know my flow, you know my stilo Even pack my gat when I go to see my PO Jump out my hooptie, pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty In case my PO try
I spend my days in a steel cage Where brothers feel rage And get real with razor blades in ill ways so when my cell close my brain cells expose and my
on my shoulders I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers But then the general would decide when their life would be over So I work hard until my