Family Matters only when Steph on My skin was Teflon Couldn’t correlate to the inner me It ain’t no Biggie if I’m dead....wrong ? What’s with all the bigotry I had to keep my head strong I developed in the V Adjusting a red thong Now I’m fucking the industry I was a Warrior at heart I kept it real from the start Birth from a precious soul I couldn’t see I made life an art Made dreams for something I couldn’t be Cop no ice, I’m smart Obedience helped me remain exclusive If I train for intelligence why wouldn’t I use it Hurdled failure I guess I became elusive I guess my mental escape is the music You niggas advanced squares Ya becoming a Rubik’s..
If my homie where to die I would probably loose my mind I dont know what I try I dont what I would I try I would probably round the shooters and we'd take out outside I dont see other way mans has got to pay the price
claim no fucking blood but we blood deep Claim no fucking crip but homies at the crib be Haters with the fever getting sickly Dont know why they pick me Me and all my homies drinking whiskey Word to lady gaga playing poker with a poker face And you know that she call me cuase she miss me Homies got 12 pack only time moving with open case
Neider reden mir zu viel digga viel zu viel ich bleibe real mit mein Team digga Med ich bin jackson jeder zweite will sein wie ich ja ich weiß das mein Flow ballert viel zu mies
