Print

My momma told me thuggin' is gon' cost you I'm thinking fuck that, drugs gon' solve my problems I can't afford that, but I'm still taking losses Devil's on my back, God would (?) The Hood Doctor, but I'm losing all my patients They in the dirt, or they all incarcerated Setting defense, I feel like I could shake it They so good at showing fake love (ohh) I'm an inch away from giving up If I got a dollar for every casket I seen, I'd be a millionaire Ask God to let me stop in Hell before I get to heaven (yeah) I hate to say it but most my niggas there Your kids want some tennis shoes Your car note and your rent due Robbing not his hustle It's just some shit that he got into Tend to get in my feelings when I'm venting what I been through Life is a bitch, won't take her panties off (yeah) Every time shit be going good it don't last I'd buy a spine, I'd do anything to get my niggas back Massage me when a opp die I'm homicide relaxin' Seem like the ones leave be the ones that I'm attached to Fred took his last breath on Birdsville steps I hope you make it out SongtexteThis for the ones that's still there You got two options in the hood Nigga, that's jail or death My momma told me thuggin' is gon' cost you I'm thinking fuck that, drugs gon' solve my problems I can't afford that, but I'm still taking losses Devil's on my back, God would (?) The Hood Doctor, but I'm losing all my patients They in the dirt, or they all incarcerated Setting defense, I feel like I could shake it They so good at showing fake love (ohh) I'm an inch away from giving up I talked to Draco through the glass I told him I got his lawyer I'm sorry we was round them Drac's like we was Mr. Carter (ay) Interviews get boring, I can't tell my story I slip and say the wrong thing, MPD gonna extort me Rolex got my chain mad They so bipolar, they be arguing and dancing I know it's killing her inside to keep it cool, cause she a real fan Even though I'm a rapper, I cannot come back and get another Chance C-Lo didn't wanna die, that was God plan Two watches but I still show up late Home or second base, really none of that shit ain't safe right now Prayers up, I did the opposite I hate I let 'em down My momma told me thuggin' is gon cost you I'm thinking fuck that, drugs gon solve my problems I can't afford that, but I'm still taking losses Devils on my back, God would (?) The Hood Doctor, but I'm losing all my patients They in the dirt, or they all incarcerated Setting defense, I feel like I could shake it They so good at showing fake love (ohh) I'm an inch away from giving up Aus Songtexte Mania