What they want? They want that young shit That dumb shit, that where you from shit That ride around your hood all day with your gun shit All I got to my name is two bricks and one felony Your going back to jail, that's what my conscious keep on telling me I really ain't buying all this bullshit they selling me When the government throwing more curves than the letter C I said the letter C, I guess that's for correctional They try to box me in, sit me still like a vegetable God damn another trap, I think Bush trying to punish us Send a little message out to each and every one of us Real G shit, well that's really unheard of When you get more time for selling dope than murder
In this crazy world This world keeps spinning, my rims still spinning Even though the money slow, we still spend it In this crazy world Let this world keep turning, yeah my blunt still burning Same thing, different day, still burning In this crazy world And this dopes still selling, and these niggas still telling Will you make it through the day, it's no telling In this crazy world (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) In this crazy world
When I was fourteen I turned nothing to a quarter mill Probably why I never give a fuck about a record deal And I ain't never tried this shit, imagine how that white feel But that don't even matter though, trying to pay the light bill Light bill, phone bill, plus my granny nerve pills Feel like I should be takin' 'em, imagine how my nerves feel I want a new Bentley, my aunty need a kidney And if I let her pass her children never will forgive me God damn another trap, I think Bush trying to punish us Send a little message out to each and every one of us Real G shit, well that's really unheard of When you get more time for selling dope than murder
I ain't a Xbox, so why you niggas trying to play with me I really be the streets, so what you niggas got to say to me Can't be much, can't be much (why) cause I ain't listening I just left the hood and I'll be damned if they ain't filling them Want to see me fall off, guess that's just the way it be Old school timber beam, them usually that the way it be And plus I got a driver that get them things from A to B Soon as you get your money right, they hit you with conspiracy God damn another trap, I think Bush trying to punish us Send a little message out to each and every one of us Real G shit, well that's really unheard of When you get more time for selling dope than murder
