hopes and my fucking dreams I left burried there, somewhere far behind I'll push it down and turn my back no matter how I try Who I was and what I wanted
Aren't you sick of the con? Not quite home and loneliness They're expecting so little Can't feel the miracle There's zombies licking your window For
loyal, my habits became lavish Dreams of new n devis Pub deals and known mastives And my home boys, aid my conditions I made ? managers, execs and assistance And
And if you bringin' threats I give you sex if I ain't heard it See poppin' shit's about your attitude and how you word it I've seen the biggest niggas
of my enemies can hate on me now And all my friends can do is pray for me now Only God can judge me See, now that I'm gone and I'm dead and I'm buried
enemies And foul niggas got the tendency You gotta watch what you wish for I hope to God it's on a switchboard When I'm tryin' to say a prayer And I
I'm a brother you can call over zealous And I lust and thrust out my staff and wet Till the motherfuckin' rains get jealous You Gotta Work It's not
, many die on their hands and their knees And I'm takin' whatever I need, and I'm rapin' the government fees And you're wastin' your time, and I'm speakin
might lose you somethin cornered in my head like what am i gon' do this is wrong but if you want me you know i'll come through often you walkin in highheels and
your hands up and I'll copy you I said, "Put your hands up and I'll copy you" Put your hands up and I'll copy you If you've got a dream and a lot to
flung fantasy Setting free enmity? And making friends from enemies And bridges for the in-betweens For the highwayman on the low road The tired back with a large load The trials spanned till I found hope And
we both hate more Now that I fumbled and folded that open letter said "dead men walking don't dream" You taped yours, and you told me I could rent it
and others are blocking I'm running the hood and nothing can top it You can Google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible
usually a fighter Rollin' easy riders Sending people to the store for a soda and a lighter A real cool cat that would let you keep a dollar But now things change and
you see me, hoe? Picture me rollin' And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit Free like O.J. all day You
Crack represented And if I told then I'd take your life Hey yo, I meant it that's the way it goes When you deal with the real fake jacks And get your
the hoe see me from here? Can you see me, hoe? Picture me rollin And all you punk police -- can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin nigga
