ogc163
Superstar
Everybody pick their poison, Islamic or Christian
Buddhas to Jewish, every religion is Judas
nikka due to all my circumstances
Had no choice but roll the dice, had to take them chances
Till my homies leave the can they just tuna fish
No money yours, it's for the fam, just get through the shyt
Youngins dying nowadays dressed up in the ghetto
The struggle up out the system, these crackers turn you to Gepetto
I’m loading up in that hoopty to catch a 187
I flipped and got me a Rolex, preacher got the same Bezel
What the fukk, some nights I couldn’t sleep cause Satan woke me up
Been through shyt that make you cry, have you choking up
Find yourself in the darkest places loading them nines
Tryna grip your mind, searching, you search what you find
Came up with jack shyt up out that wishing well
Left with this black skin and a digital scale
I pray I be ok when I grow up a little bigger
If I don’t, tell my babies daddy was a real nikka
Damn what a track, might be his best. That repitition of "If I don't" at the end
Yay!
