Well I'm in l. a. At a laker game On court side- midfield, nigga You still lame, I won't deal wit ya Makin' music for the real nigga Earned money, me no hilfiger Ask donald trump, I want his figures He's 28, put a kick in him [?]
Rich homie. No bitch in him I've been diagnosed straight spittin' venom You need bifocals just to see in it Tent doggin' we smoke that [?] I told my girlfriend that I'ma see women If he snitchin' You'll never see me wit' him
Cause I trick him Like a motherfucking flea flicker But I'm frying these niggas- no skillet And I'm killing these niggas- no bullet But my wrist all frozen [?] like a bald head In the winter time with no skully I'm handicapped I need crutches I'm leaning Grab a box of them dutches Cause we gon' need them
When I'm on that syrup, they can't understand a thing I say I smoke a blunt everyday to take the pain away I need to see a doctor fast and I hate to say That nobody ain't give me shit, I had to make a way For my niggas and my crew I don't know about you And this shit I went through I refuse to go through Hey, to get where I'm at, it took sacrifices And it ain't worth having if you don't sacrifice it
I'm at the top, they at the bottom where beginners lay A sacrifice for my family I take any day I go to court on his behalf, just to see her face She killed my partner cold blood on that december day And this is where I stay And it don't need renovation
I think I'm going crazy Like a mental patient Give that ho a oscar Cause she stay acting crazy And I'm feeling myself (ha!) Like a straitjacket, baby Got these hundreds on me I don't know which one to touch All these bitches on me I don't know which one to fuck
Before I can't identify my cup And I'm authorized to stunt When I'm on that syrup, they can't understand a thing I say I smoke a blunt everyday to take the pain away I need to see a doctor fast and I hate to say That nobody ain't give me shit, I had to make a way
For my niggas and my crew I don't know about you And this shit I went through I refuse to go through Hey, to get where I'm at, it took sacrifices And it ain't worth having if you don't sacrifice it
Compositor: Rodney Lamar Ray Ii ECAD: Obra #12482075 Fonograma #14171697