with the actions Of one individual he's criminally attached I turned in all my rap chips I'm earning my bachelors While dating all the models and actresses I'm learning all
hurt, hurt I don't want to be Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt So I don't need I don't need, I don't need I don't want to be Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt
that I got called nigger on Twitter so many times, man I lived that, man I'm just trying to find out where to raise my kids at, cuz they don't want n
tell this girl how I feel, tell her how I feel Sometimes I pinch myself a mile away This cant be real, this cant be real Move faster, can't wait any
bad bitch? Gotta have bricks Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make hits But I still take bricks So icy CEO, I'm a fool with the snow They think I'm puttin
at the wake mentally Right now its chilly and cloudy days Man I'm chillin with Shaq in LA I make sure D, make a sake in princeway Yo its war states bein
Just like you I'm searching Always looking past horizons Not everytime I'm finding What I want to lay my eyes on I'm not always knowing What I like to
i'ma hit them and i do it how i do it now i gotta get them BbboooooooooohhhhhH EXPLOSIVE Everytime i grab a microphone you know i must rep everybody know it ain't
bills work hard, now we know how to top bills in the middle of the street doing cartwheels lot of them tryna do it but its not real wasn't a rapper then I
you mean I ain't call you? I hit you when I landed I'm waiting in my hotel room seems like we are arguing more and it's getting less romantic yeah, I
's We ain't promised tomorrow but I feel immortal Bullets beat yo ass up like Miguel Cotto I'm the real Zorro, Rest in peace Torro And when I die, bury me in all
Man, I aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper I keep a bad bitch like a muthaf-cking laker I don't love them hoes, f-ck that p-ssy till its aching
, Baby (oooh) i want to see you where can i meet you baby coming through aye through aye oooh aye you aye and aint many like u thats why i like you oh boy I
yeah, my nick name change, call me tre when I'm snubbin' them billy when I clubbin' them Bop when I'm cuttin them n-ggas dying, I aint cryin' I don't
The garage like the car show Not only am I real, I think But I still jab a nigga with the left and won't spill my drink The Courvoisier got me clashes
*when *of *dat *its *cold *dat *when *its *cold *that *clothe *that. Money on top, I aina??t a Rockefeller, but I hold up the rock, and then aina??t
I aint perfect, you know that from old me My life is real even when I'm in the movies I'm on the ave, I'm in the cave I buried my Grandmother on Thursday
pin and pop, pop, pop Either you too bitter Don't know what you got, got, got I could be wrong, you could right You probably be alone, I probably not