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Artyści:: Creative Gold, Bobby Johnson Beats
Album:: Circa '93
Gatunki:: Rap
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[Verse 1: Creative Gold]

This game ain’t what it seem like, a lot of stress but it seem right
Mama want me in a cap and gown, sorry mama this my life
Gotta give the streets all the shit they need, rider music shit to chop a ki
Ghost the whip let your demons see, how the world feel, feel surreal
Never feel alive till somebody killed, that’s how life go
When you from here, niggas don’t run here
Get shot, shoot back, in the ville everybody got a gun here
All that shit that you hear in the raps man that shit ain’t fun here
My little homies be riding strapped
Bragging talking bout this that
Till they slip up and they hit the mat
And none of they homies pay bail for that
Loyalty is few and far between
Can’t trust nobody when the scale lean
Popped by a nigga you grew up with
Set up by bitch that your man hit
Only thing I never seen a nigga front of me die
I ain’t really tryna have blood in my eyes
Fast forward move out with my people
Grind harder prove ain’t no equal
Kill em once, then I hit em with the sequel
Rewind then I hit em with the prequel
Bring it back let the whole city see you
No all the niggas that fronted wanna be you
Get the feeling back, the real feeling back
Get these niggas out they motherfucking feelings rap, nigga I’m real to rap
Got a city that don’t wanna see me prosper
Got a father that wanna see me work harder
Got a family I wanna give everything
Couple bitches tryna get me in a wedding ring
But I’m a ball out so my pa could see me win
Pray hard cause everyday I know I sin
I’m a Brooklyn nigga till I leave in a hearse
So I’m a be on my worst behavior
The savior of real shit
Deal or no deal shit, young spitter young ill shit
Split a meal shit, if you drunk take the wheel shit
That’s real shit