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(Ft. Rsonist) Sometimes i look at the sky talking to god and then i ask why he gave me this gift, he gave me this life how i could just live, some people die well that's why i write put my life into song things that i feel, things that are wrong i'm putting work from dusk until dawn so you can relax when you hear my song ugh! i know i'm lucky plus i'm optimistic professor x i lead the school of the young and gifted kush smoke got my eyes low and spirit lifted i'm throwing haters on the cross just to keep it christian ha! what you know about talking that fly shit what you know about rolling with dimes bitch just to keep it trill, i'm the shit shout out to them haters, sorry ya'll could never phase me in fact i love the hate that ya'll been throwing at me lately sometimes i sit and think to myself that it's what saved me cause after pimp c back yea i started getting lazy success is all good when you coming from the hood but it don't mean nothing if you misunderstood Songtextehook misunderstood, misunderstood it don't mean nothing if you misunderstood yea we got it hard cause we coming from the hood success don't mean nothing if you misunderstood x 2 verse 2 ugh! stax i gotcha! rsonist! yep! when i was born mama told me i was different, i was on a mission they was thinking tricycles, i was thinking sixes i was center court while they comfy on the benches moving the oz, drinking a oe hoping that one day he'll be the og where i'm from north bronx in the hood misunderstood was an understatement say that loves a house, my house was vacant prayed to god errrrr night hoping i make it until my prayers turned to cash and ranges now every day more friends become strangers minimum wages got em picking up the gauges got me saying to myself only god could save us misery and heartache two of my neighbors i'm down the block from pain and torture where the future gorgeous but the past will haunt you like a angel with no wings in a room with monsters a drunk with jack in a room with no sponsors where i'm from being broke will cost ya try to keep up hoping i ain't lost ya this my life so salute the author all i want are bad bitches and a brand new porsche a g4 plane that resemble a saucer my minds been tainted so proceed with caution (Thanks to Melissa for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania