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I never really do mean no disrespect
Yeah, stopped disssin' him, 'cause it got to his head
Walk in my life, like, "yo', what a mess"
If you wanna come, girl, I'll give the address
June and July, I would lay in my bed
Why the f*ck would I go out? Ain't got any friends
I'm by myself in this bitch, but no I won't brag
'Cause, it's not as cool as you think
Everywhere I go, I gotta lay low
Countless times almost got me a halo
Got a few man that'd wait for the say so
Holding 'em off 'cause I don't like violence
Thinkin', one day I might call through a payphone
Run from my problems, my feet done hurt
Can't run anymore like I was disabled
Up in the paper, my middle name, "Staple"
Like, hold up, I'm busy catching my breath (yeah)
Asthmatic (yeah), I hate when I run from the feds (yeah)
She putting me straight through in the wringer
No wonder why all my money is stretched
Life is a mess, like Jesus wept (uh, uh)
If I knew you were comin', then I woulda swept (uh, yeah)
I know a guy that'd sell you some coke
Why he got a Jesus piece on his neck?
You lost your bro to the streets, what a waste (waste)
And you wonder why I'm never playin' these games
Them man should quit whilst ahead
But, they probably want more
So, they're comin' to spin at the wake
These man stay killin' for profit
They carry a knife 'cause it gets 'em a slice of the cake
But who in the f*ck said that I could judge?
At the end of the day, man, we all make mistakes
First time I went studio, weren't even on it
My big bro asked, "where the f*ck is ya' brain at?" (Where?)
I was too nervous to say me a bar
I still thank God the producer was patient
Now I just go to the studio 'lone
Don't think my bro cares if I even make it
Send him a text, he won't pick up his phone
Why does he hate on a guy that don't hate him?
I never really do mean no disrespect
Yeah, stopped disssin' him, 'cause it got to his head
Walk in my life, like, "yo', what a mess"
If you wanna come, girl, I'll give the address
June and July, I would lay on my bed
Why the f*ck would I go out? Ain't got any friends
I'm by myself in this bitch, but no I won't brag
'Cause, it's not as cool as you think
Everywhere I go, I gotta lay low
Countless times almost got me a halo
Got a few man that'd wait for the say so
Holding 'em off 'cause I don't like violence
Thinkin', one day I might call through a payphone
Run from my problems, my feet done hurt
Can't run anymore like I was disabled
Up in the paper, my middle name, "Staple"
Like, hold up, I'm busy catching my breath (ha-ha)
Asthmatic (yo), I hate when I run from the feds
She putting me straight through in the wringer (huh, huh)
No wonder why all my money is stretched
Life is a mess, like Jesus wept
If I knew you were comin', then I woulda swept (I would)
I know a guy that'd sell you some coke
Why he got a Jesus piece on his neck?