you sell me out If you ever had a doubt Kiss me on the mouth Can you sing for me Can you sing it out Is there hope for us There are constants that we
Solomon Childs] I grew up hard, maybe you grew up harder But I ain't been to many operas Or had money for private doctors As harsh it sound, these just
?t come back You get the hit single, your album sound, wack I give you the leeway, you sound like us, rock like us Squad like us, yeah Niggas, wanna
gotta be jealous of me and my fellas Ain't that what they tell us sell us anything We helpless give me a little bit faq and help us We strugglin', jugglin
tha line Fightin' for your spirit and your mind, service to my kind... Seems like we're fighting for our spirit and mind They got us fighting for our spirit and mind Still fighting for
album sound wack I give you the leeway , you sound like us , rock like us Squad like us , yeah Chorus [rah digga] Niggas killin me , talkin that hope
us Running into hiding and avoiding us Niggas on the low be recording us My rhyme flow remain poisonous Thus Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us We alive nigga ain't no destroying us
if they used us 'Cause if they used us And they abused us And they abused us How could you tell us How could you tell us That we were wrong? That we
ignoring us Running into hiding and avoiding us? Niggas on the low be recording us My rhyme flow remain poisonous Thus Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us We alive nigga ain't no destroying us
Head 'til the lights up, watch us take ova the spot Few mad looks from them chicks, you know And from them dudes who be jealous of a chick wit dough Pop anotha bottle for
gon' know it when it Oh oh oh oh oh oh Tonight ain't feeling no To my gurls that's looking their best Won't ya go and show it off for us (Ladies) Go
jealous of a chick wit' dough. Pop another bottle for them, keep my life movin'. No time for the drama, watch me blow through them. I know I sound confident
the perpetrators We heard you hate us, we hurt you fakers It takes more than your jealous ass to break us This shit is pumpin' wrecking your sound detector
them dudes who be jealous of a chick with dough Pop another bottle for dem Keep my life movin' No time for the drama Watch me blow through dem I know I sound
MUTHA-) [Bridge:] Oh oh oh oh oh oh Tonight ain't feeling no To my gurls that's looking their best Won't ya go and show it off for us (Ladies) Go
Childs] I grew up hard, maybe you grew up harder But I ain't been to many operas Or had money for private doctors As harsh it sound, these just a tears
