keep me straight 7 and 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him I say aiight but still
We're also prepared to say thanks for the privilege? Why should we accept servility as a bargain for dignity? Why should we passively accept death as
the speed limit or pushin red lines Six months in the county or fed time I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime Anything I'm on is a classic, any
play with my head. There's nothing I can say. I keep feeling like I'm to blame. When will this end? One I can't remember anything. Can't tell if this
in your mind with verbal illustrations You know if cash was blood I would of blead to death I scarfice fed others before I fed myself The streets are
Either physically or emotionally, Do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you, have you ever felt like that? When you just, when you just... You couldn't feel anything
keep it real with your Cristol, don't boost my morale I rather see the homeless warm and poor people get on And rappers going platinum, singing upliftin' songs Mama say
heart Vouchin to be the last woman of my breed Right alongside some niggaz who seem to feel the same way After all, one who stands for nothin falls for anything
they keep me straight 7 and 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him I say aiight but
get down to business I'm from the way back Where the brothers don't play that On the reel we're equal Check it It's life and death, damn, there's no