These problems I'm having all Of structure and dreaming of Of humans and animals and beautiful people The grass that we nurtured all When thoughts equal
through? Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you I'm just so fucking depressed I just can't seem to get out this slump If I could just
that I won't remember, I wish you could still accept me for me I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have I
shit, Fuck dat, I got 27 years of this, Hit or miss, I hit your misses, You are local news, I'm 60 Minutes, I, I hit the target, I hit the witness, I
bad, so bad) I tried to tell my mamma but she told me "this is one for your dad" (your dad, your dad, your dad) Uh! Whhhy? Uh! Whhhy? Uh! Whhhy lady? Oh! I
I won't waste it I got my foot on the line I'm not racin' I thank god that I am not basic I thank god that I am not basic I am not a human being [Verse
I'm so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful I'm so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful Your daddy fucked your mama then fucked your sister Then
friends I think you see me as your plaything Your Friday to Sunday thing I'm not your weekend love, your secret fuck Brother, I'm not playing And if I
, it's some for rape Some brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escape How is the war? And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes Holdin' machine guns
the fuckin' ring (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God's son", across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already I've been fucked
Fuck" If I stuck with 'UB40' then I woulda been in love But I didn't, I got involved Cypress fucking hill taught me to make a fucking bomb So I started
coffin I'm hotter than the end of fuckin' August, I'm awesome I'm awesome, repeat it to your grandma and uncles M-mothers, Tyga's no dad but I'm the
I'm layin in the cut waitin' for your mom clutchin' on this lube and roses Justin Timberlake: I got my digital camera, I'm gonna make your momma do a
can delt with frontin and hatin, see I'm polishin, plus I'm cool, yea I'm a thug, yea I'm a fool, I love the game and I love the rules, if you cross the
when I lay down down to sleep I pray for the Lord and the Holy Ghost bless my soul to keep And if I should die before I wake up, wake up, wake up, wake
my ass I can feel my life (Son!) passin' I know I'm bout to die too And just before I left I said "Dad, I love you (I love you, Dad)"
Dad died 'fore I got a chance to meet that dude So I was raised in the hood, in the streets I grew Seen it all, it ain't too much I ain't done yet Let