I was a little nigga sitting on the curb watching the cars roll by, I'm looking in the eastbay magazine at shoes I couldn't buy. And if u ask me the truth, there was no way I would lie. I was born on May 23rd.... A Gemini. And I done seen everything under the sun, I mean literally. You niggas will never harm and I mean that shit physically. I barely go to church, but I love God, spiritually. But I'm seeing how they treat us though, and it's f*cking with me mentally. My uncle got a life sentence? but nah bruh a century. I gotta lot of arms to extend, I'm not a centipede. I been a "G", the 7th letter of the alphabet. The child in the middle, I ain't even meet Malcolm yet. I'm Anthony Mackie on 8 Mile, I ain't Falcon yet. My first job wasn't McDonald's with a Calvin check. Swapping out bills with some muhf*cking counterfeits. Risking my life, for a muhf*cking county fit.
Hook: So look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
Look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
Verse 2:
Everything ain't what it seems is what a old man told me bruh. So I book a show knowing damn well I ain't showing up. Im drinking my liquor, until it have a nigga throwing up. But look at these young niggas, and the gang signs they throwing up. Some niggas still young in the head and they ain't growing up, crab niggas wanna hang around a nigga when they blowing up. Ain't no slowing up. And dead weight can get dead with it. And if I got a big head then I'm full speed ahead with it. (Ha) I had to laugh at that shit Dawg. Im a natural born hustler and I been through the pitfalls. This remind me of middle school, the age of the spitballs. I ain't have no where to deficate, so I find me a shit stall. It's thick Dawg, meaning the fog I can't see shit. And I'd rather fly cause on a boat, man I got sea sick. When I leave the house, nigga I gotta look decent. Ima nigga from the hood, I ain't never seen shit. Ok, so....
Hook:
So look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
Look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
Bridge:
If I could fly away.. to another destination.
Then I ain't got worry about the hate, about the money or the trials and tribulations (One More Time.)
If I could fly away.. to another destination.
Then I ain't got worry about the hate, about the money or the trials and tribulations
Hook:
So look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
So look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
My Broken Dreams....
This be my Broken Dreams....
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I was a little nigga sitting on the curb watching the cars roll by, I'm looking in the eastbay magazine at shoes I couldn't buy. And if u ask me the truth, there was no way I would lie. I was born on May 23rd.... A Gemini. And I done seen everything under the sun, I mean literally. You niggas will never harm and I mean that shit physically. I barely go to church, but I love God, spiritually. But I'm seeing how they treat us though, and it's f*cking with me mentally. My uncle got a life sentence? but nah bruh a century. I gotta lot of arms to extend, I'm not a centipede. I been a "G", the 7th letter of the alphabet. The child in the middle, I ain't even meet Malcolm yet. I'm Anthony Mackie on 8 Mile, I ain't Falcon yet. My first job wasn't McDonald's with a Calvin check. Swapping out bills with some muhf*cking counterfeits. Risking my life, for a muhf*cking county fit.
Hook: So look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
Look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
Verse 2:
Everything ain't what it seems is what a old man told me bruh. So I book a show knowing damn well I ain't showing up. Im drinking my liquor, until it have a nigga throwing up. But look at these young niggas, and the gang signs they throwing up. Some niggas still young in the head and they ain't growing up, crab niggas wanna hang around a nigga when they blowing up. Ain't no slowing up. And dead weight can get dead with it. And if I got a big head then I'm full speed ahead with it. (Ha) I had to laugh at that shit Dawg. Im a natural born hustler and I been through the pitfalls. This remind me of middle school, the age of the spitballs. I ain't have no where to deficate, so I find me a shit stall. It's thick Dawg, meaning the fog I can't see shit. And I'd rather fly cause on a boat, man I got sea sick. When I leave the house, nigga I gotta look decent. Ima nigga from the hood, I ain't never seen shit. Ok, so....
Hook:
So look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
Look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
Bridge:
If I could fly away.. to another destination.
Then I ain't got worry about the hate, about the money or the trials and tribulations (One More Time.)
If I could fly away.. to another destination.
Then I ain't got worry about the hate, about the money or the trials and tribulations
Hook:
So look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
So look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
My Broken Dreams....
This be my Broken Dreams....
Hook: So look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
Look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
Verse 2:
Everything ain't what it seems is what a old man told me bruh. So I book a show knowing damn well I ain't showing up. Im drinking my liquor, until it have a nigga throwing up. But look at these young niggas, and the gang signs they throwing up. Some niggas still young in the head and they ain't growing up, crab niggas wanna hang around a nigga when they blowing up. Ain't no slowing up. And dead weight can get dead with it. And if I got a big head then I'm full speed ahead with it. (Ha) I had to laugh at that shit Dawg. Im a natural born hustler and I been through the pitfalls. This remind me of middle school, the age of the spitballs. I ain't have no where to deficate, so I find me a shit stall. It's thick Dawg, meaning the fog I can't see shit. And I'd rather fly cause on a boat, man I got sea sick. When I leave the house, nigga I gotta look decent. Ima nigga from the hood, I ain't never seen shit. Ok, so....
Hook:
So look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
Look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
Bridge:
If I could fly away.. to another destination.
Then I ain't got worry about the hate, about the money or the trials and tribulations (One More Time.)
If I could fly away.. to another destination.
Then I ain't got worry about the hate, about the money or the trials and tribulations
Hook:
So look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
So look at my seams, in my jeans the money bussing. I don't tolerate snitches in my camp, it's no discussion. But I won't stop until it's bout a billion that I'm touching, I can't describe the feeling of subduction in my Broken Dreams.
My Broken Dreams....
This be my Broken Dreams....
Writer: Damion Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © CaravanMusic
Copyright: Lyrics © CaravanMusic