Just when I don't think I can take no more Been disappointed too many times One of my crew puts their arm around me And says if I don't give up then
up if you feel me All the ladies come party with me Fellas grab your girl And lets turn this party out [Rap 3:] We don We ride around in Bentley bus Don
man Still blaze the skunk But some leave the ghetto get rich & turn punk But I won't forget my roots cause I don't Worship money that's not what counts
Figure out vehicle-brother, to give me a ride "sorry, charlie" was a coming reply I didn’t forget about the girl in the sidekick The rubber don’t system
Miss, I count em down like this Number one you got to be real Don't lie to me bout monogamy See hone get out of my grill Love me if I'm locked up or
Okay. This joint is knockin' right here I don't even need to write to this joint this easy I'mma just talk to 'em off the top, listen My interpretation
I'm the one who pay me Personally give me money daily Completely crazy Talk to the streets the streets obey me Go ahead and hate me I don't give a 'F'
book route, now all you rappers look out Just a Kid in the Hall, Arsenio She could give me knowledge, high definition, Vimeo I won't give a penny though
don't see it then it, wasn't ment for you to see If you wasn't born wit' it then, it wasn't ment for you to be But you can't blame me for not wantin
of my savior And how he gave up Life So you could live. That's a hell of a gift to give. Now as I take a look around And I don't see many people
a little at a time, don't go for it all At once cause that's stupid, it don't make sense Just relax and move your body, don't look so tense I'm not
off my coat, clear my throat and begin to dismiss All you fucked up punks that pollute mankind Give me the mic take a hike, give me a piece of mind Don't
science, so let’s get metaphysical Who dropped the knowledge, I need to pick it up I got a fire in my wire and it don’t give a fuck Duck, duck, goose
want what you got So please give it up so I can live it up Just like the rich but I still eat grits I don’t know karate But I can still beat the dog
the video tryin to out-dance each other I’m a tell t-bone to pass the bottle And don’t give me that shit about role model It ain’t wise to chastise and
you now I'll just tell you now (Don't want to disappoint you) You're not the City of God (Or be one to annoy) You can't strike me down (But it won't
rhyme with emotion I'm floating in here you better come up for air You got cash, clothes, a chick, Zero percent With crack up ye nose bro it don't make
but i won't be caught in that net of suckers and glass people, weak, beaten down and feeble society probably wants me to give up society probably wants me to give up as i live up
