In a puddle of my own blood Thinking how did it ever come to this Robbed of my youth, my life, my future The devil reaching out to me Dead and Gone
when you don?t have far to go Gross acceptance of mediocraty Is the new quid pro quo. Take your balls and shove ?em up your ass To keep your head
Left behind in the darkness of chaos The only light unattainable Sit and stew over wasted moments While the spirit of Vengeance consumes me Desparation
: In a puddle of my own blood Thinking how did it ever come to this Robbed of my youth, my life, my future The devil reaching out to me Dead and
: Left behind in the darkness of chaos The only light unattainable Sit and stew over wasted moments While the spirit of Vengeance consumes me Desparation
not too late, too late (x2) I hope it's not too late I got my whole life packed inside a suitcase Ridin in a Chevy that should've been a Mercedez Tryna keep my head
Feet are feeling light Head on out to see the sights Ain't life a many splendored thing? Ducking up and down All these crazy sights and sounds Bounce
to an end I'm counting seconds Till' next time again Listen One, two, three Four, five Six, seven Eight, nine We couln't change it If we tryed
I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say (Verse 1) Sick wit' it, six digits, big engines Get lots of head
for granted Things could change Sometimes I go insane I play the fool and you'll agree I'll never be the same Without you here with me Chorus2: Cuidado
The game needs change and I'm the motherfucking cashier Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head Take
'll be gone and I mean goodbye. Well I know you're full full of good intensions yeah But that don't change a thing cause I'm already out of head. When
Neptune's and we won't stop 'Cause we can't stop Yeah, let me tell you something Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick I was on 1-2-5 and
t stop!!!, special delivery!!! (I need that) Yeah! G. Dep! Child of the Ghetto!!! (Can I have that?) As we proceed! AHHH!! (Well give it to me) [Verse 2
a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa make my own moves, call me the mayor monday night u know things change with time magic
get me off my grind I can't let you I won't sweat you your not to be sweated yea U worry about yourself You actin big headed speakin of big headed I
' like last year The game needs change and I'm the mothafuckin' cashier Nickel for my thoughts, dimes in my bed Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head
