My desire to be the best.. keeps a fire in my chest.. like acid reflux,
I'm tryin to be fresh.. put this anxiety to rest.. and grab some big bucks,
it's a game like chess... but right now Im'a mess.. and financially stuck,
cuz honestly I wanna be a man and come up,
without puttin my hands in some cuffs,
but that's a chance we take.. sellin these grams and eighths,
and these bitches always spreadin the news.. like Nancy Grace,
cops chase me.. spray me wit a can of mace,
I'm angry.. i can't breathe, feel like a just ran a race,
and forget bitches.. cuz i want real motherfuckas as my fan base,
we don't take'em on no romantic dates to a fancy place,
and if they disrespect.. yes.. its a hand to the face,
stay gettin dome.. but never take off her panties for a taste,
i dont wanna meet your family.. understand me.. i just cant be fake,
I'm too true.. i'll make it right on the late night what it do do,
put I ain't your mate for life so don't be fake like callin me boo boo,
or honey bunch or cute little names like that,
I just love money and blunts.. you gettin gamed by a mack,
I love when I'm blowin smoke from my lungs.. and your brains in my lap,
but I'm goin right after I cum.. so don't be a pain in the back,
I ain't sayin i'ma be a player for life,
just waitin for the right one to come then maybe make her my wife,
but as of now.. it's nothin but sleezy hoes,
they too easy.. and believe me.. easy comes, easy goes,
.... said you studyin to be a nurse and you go to church... right,
then why you wit me tryin to let me hit it on the first night,
well listen girl you better hold your purse tight,
i'm not Mr. Right.. or your knight in shining armor,
don't call me in the middle of night cryin.. bitch find ya mama,
i'm just tryin to live my life right and i dont need that kind of drama.....
now I ain't the type to be rhymin mama wit drama.. just tryin get my piont across,
speakin of gettin my point across....
check this out...
I got a vision pimpin.. tryin to get my point across,
driven by ambition.. steppin from employee to boss,
spittin non fiction... flippin my money like a coin toss,
listen.. i go nice wit the mic.. like rice and soy sauce,
if I blow.. i won't fake.. gotta donate toys for tots,
put me and my boys on top without spreadin them poisonous rocks,
that could destroy a whole block,
destroy a bright smile and make them teeth rot,
when they have kids.. i feel for the child.. thats my sweet spot,
just watched as a tweak bought a sack of crystal,
hit the streets whistlin like a tea-pot,
happy.. till it's gone.. then it's time to re-cop,
no money from a real job..
so they steal and rob or deal wit fraud,
i'm just tryin to take the legit route.. stay real wit God..
I'm tryin to be fresh.. put this anxiety to rest.. and grab some big bucks,
it's a game like chess... but right now Im'a mess.. and financially stuck,
cuz honestly I wanna be a man and come up,
without puttin my hands in some cuffs,
but that's a chance we take.. sellin these grams and eighths,
and these bitches always spreadin the news.. like Nancy Grace,
cops chase me.. spray me wit a can of mace,
I'm angry.. i can't breathe, feel like a just ran a race,
and forget bitches.. cuz i want real motherfuckas as my fan base,
we don't take'em on no romantic dates to a fancy place,
and if they disrespect.. yes.. its a hand to the face,
stay gettin dome.. but never take off her panties for a taste,
i dont wanna meet your family.. understand me.. i just cant be fake,
I'm too true.. i'll make it right on the late night what it do do,
put I ain't your mate for life so don't be fake like callin me boo boo,
or honey bunch or cute little names like that,
I just love money and blunts.. you gettin gamed by a mack,
I love when I'm blowin smoke from my lungs.. and your brains in my lap,
but I'm goin right after I cum.. so don't be a pain in the back,
I ain't sayin i'ma be a player for life,
just waitin for the right one to come then maybe make her my wife,
but as of now.. it's nothin but sleezy hoes,
they too easy.. and believe me.. easy comes, easy goes,
.... said you studyin to be a nurse and you go to church... right,
then why you wit me tryin to let me hit it on the first night,
well listen girl you better hold your purse tight,
i'm not Mr. Right.. or your knight in shining armor,
don't call me in the middle of night cryin.. bitch find ya mama,
i'm just tryin to live my life right and i dont need that kind of drama.....
now I ain't the type to be rhymin mama wit drama.. just tryin get my piont across,
speakin of gettin my point across....
check this out...
I got a vision pimpin.. tryin to get my point across,
driven by ambition.. steppin from employee to boss,
spittin non fiction... flippin my money like a coin toss,
listen.. i go nice wit the mic.. like rice and soy sauce,
if I blow.. i won't fake.. gotta donate toys for tots,
put me and my boys on top without spreadin them poisonous rocks,
that could destroy a whole block,
destroy a bright smile and make them teeth rot,
when they have kids.. i feel for the child.. thats my sweet spot,
just watched as a tweak bought a sack of crystal,
hit the streets whistlin like a tea-pot,
happy.. till it's gone.. then it's time to re-cop,
no money from a real job..
so they steal and rob or deal wit fraud,
i'm just tryin to take the legit route.. stay real wit God..
