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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #638
Peak in subgenre #265
Author
iNk
Uploaded
April 06, 2007
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:42
Story behind the song
Just some shit that I thought I'd make a track about...
Lyrics
I see my life making progress… trying to do the best.. That a can.. I am one man.. With a sick game-plan…
Never really understood… why the banks turned me down.. From a loan.. All alone.. one girl changed my frown..
When she’s around… all the problems are minimal.. We not living miserable.. That gossip is pitiful..
My jobs more then physical.. Them boxes can cripple you.. Thank god for my job.. no more block wit then criminals..
I got bills.. Better pay ‘em or the cops will.. Throw me in the box.. Body blocked from the locked steel..
Lets be foreal.. if I sold drugs.. I would get cold shrugs.. Shown no love from my folks, cuz..
My goal was.. trynna gain a dope buzz.. All the lyrics n expression washed away like soap suds..
But…
I’ma still come hard.. Till I’m satisfied.. At every rap where’d I.. Smashed a guy… in half the time.. lets put the past behind.. Like you let ya track rewind.. I have to find.. a matching mind.. Designed to come n match to mine… time isn’t at my side..
So I gotta thrive, for success.. Ambition fills most of my eyes… I don’t cry… I just hold it in.. If you come and joke again.. You’ll notice that I’m loaded and exploding like your soda kid..
I’m so focused… even Know I’m hopeless.. I will throw flows at you…. ( ) till your quote-less..
When I feel so pissed.. I get to writing dope shit.. Push hard on the pencil.. When feeling on that broke tip..
I guess I’m stressed out.. Looking for a fresh route.. but it’s hard to believe like the devil in a blessed house..
Lets doubt.. all the promises that ink states.. I can see your kid.. like “daddy, where’s my pink skates?”..
you ont think great… what happened to them mix-tapes?.. ya spits faker then them battles on your six-page…
ok?..
what’s your point?.. Every fuckin joint, I destroyed.. ask troy.. Murder ink, … is, dat boy..
chea…
too much time on the net.. Made me wonder.. Weeks in-to summer.. Still no sunburn…
I fly like an eagle.. Succeed like a scholar..
Keep on movin till im pleased wit the dollaz
Holla.. tried college.. was too much work
Took five classes, part time job.. brain hurt
Put first all the partying.. everynight wasted
Next morin 8 oclock .. pain.. Couldn’t face it…
Them tests coulda aced it.. if I tried harder
All the time drinkin.. coulda got a little smarter
Each day.. wine n spirits. Goldmic, writn lyrics
Like a rapper would hear it.. n put me on his guest appearance
I take my girl to work, gas is expensive… and hence of the fact having cash cause it spend it…
Have of my friends get… paid more then crazy.. That’s just offensive.. But still its doesn’t faze me.. back when I went sick.. was terribly ill.. Couldn’t never refill.. the pockets for the medical bills..
My debt is foreal.. My job pays great?.. who can state that?.. Speeding on the highway.. had to pay the state back…
I need it ASAP.. braggin, holdin eight stacks.. till I get my place packed, plazma screens.. laid back..
I hate rap… but helps me to cool off.. plus the fact I’m too raw… n harder then blue balls..
To tell the truth dawg… right now the loot small.. insane cause the aims for the change like ru-paul…
