lost oursleves? I Believe, there's, More to this, so much More than this, Do you? Woah-oh, oh I Believe, there's, More to this, so much More than this
believe this shit man, I grew up with this nigga man Yo listen man, it was your boy man - He talks a lot And this nigga set me up? This motherfucker,
day ? I'm writing you to Catch you up on places I've been You have this letter Finally got excited But there's nothing else inside So I'm writing you this letter
got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n*ggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking about a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This
? What's happening? (Face) Sigel, what ' bout to get off, baby? We fittin' to get off Aiyo, what we goin' to do on this shit man? Let's wreck this motherfucker
don't fuck wit me, they won't bust at you I been from cali, sac the bay area and back In this world thats all black, more critical wit tha mack Are russian
party live, huh "Don't stop the rock" (X4) Verse 2: I need me some new socks, I need me some new drawers I draws attention, like a letter to a sargent
m Lovie Smith with the vocals lord i'm so focused more focused than I ever been so slightly passed em, like the letter "n" it's DC, black jeans, black tee this
big Snoopy Dogg, check the catalog I'm overseas gettin' cheese with this dialogue I missed my plane to Spain so I'm stuck in Colonna I'm sippin Saronno with this
I swim, I count the laps, and this helps me relax When I was younger I saw a house burn down And I walked past it for the next six years Derelict, black
done nothin' wrong, no I'm just waiting 'cos I heard that this feeling won't last that long Never ever have I ever felt so low When you gonna take me out of this black
yeah soulja boy on the beat but you can call me chef boyardee cause ima heat this shit and ima eat this shit planet earth is my toilet your beneath this
the maze of the madness, Struggle is my address, where pain and crack lives, Gunshots comin' from sounds of Blackness, Given this game with no time to practice, Born on the Black
I'll collect unemployment bucks On the way back, black I spotted this object, a stray cat Stuck in a tree With a tag that says that 'If found Please return to this
I'm like a human hot sauce Thinkin' I'll burn your thoughts Your information was false I'll show you just what it costs In the M I crooked letter crooked letter
to get my fam better livin' and never givin' up You can tell by this letter written Aiyyo as the world turns from life we learn The more money you earn, the more
