"I'm tired of livin' fukked up,
Tired of livin' bad,
Tired of hearin' grand mama tellin' me, "When you gon' go to church, Chad?"
I'm tryin' to live up to the image that she would want to see,
But I got one foot in the street, and every week I flip a ki.
I never wanted to be a G, but nikkas depend on me
It ain't safe to hit I-10, so nikkas spend with me
And all the nikkas that I went to school with,
Shot pool with, went to the pool with
Out there sellin' that white shyt
Pushin' cocaine, nikkas whole existence
Dependent on the game
When the drought come thru, it's like somebody cut my throat
Got 20,000 dollars tryin' to turn it into a hundred,
And ain't nobody got no dope
So, nikkas tend to smoke, bad habits do exist
And this bytch thinkin' she can ease my mind by suckin' my dikk
bytch maybe fo' a minute, but that shyt never lasts
It's 1996, nikkas is dyin' from layin' on some ass
First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died
And you be wonderin' why young nikkas out there smokin' fry
I wish that I could tell y'all I wore a rubber everytime
But, if I told you that, nikka, you know that I be lyin'
And I been fukkin' p*ssy since the tender age of nine.
It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive
And crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt
But, still I put in work and front for my folks
'Cause where I come from, nikka, family just ain't no joke
Now, D be gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat
But what about baby Doe
Some say that nikka's sellin' dope
And you know I ain't lyin', that's just how families talk
But, what you gon' do when the devil poke you wit' his fork?
And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved
Most preachers just false prophets, fukkin' hoes and gittin' paid
I'm lookin' for that"
RIP Pimp Chad
Tired of livin' bad,
Tired of hearin' grand mama tellin' me, "When you gon' go to church, Chad?"
I'm tryin' to live up to the image that she would want to see,
But I got one foot in the street, and every week I flip a ki.
I never wanted to be a G, but nikkas depend on me
It ain't safe to hit I-10, so nikkas spend with me
And all the nikkas that I went to school with,
Shot pool with, went to the pool with
Out there sellin' that white shyt
Pushin' cocaine, nikkas whole existence
Dependent on the game
When the drought come thru, it's like somebody cut my throat
Got 20,000 dollars tryin' to turn it into a hundred,
And ain't nobody got no dope
So, nikkas tend to smoke, bad habits do exist
And this bytch thinkin' she can ease my mind by suckin' my dikk
bytch maybe fo' a minute, but that shyt never lasts
It's 1996, nikkas is dyin' from layin' on some ass
First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died
And you be wonderin' why young nikkas out there smokin' fry
I wish that I could tell y'all I wore a rubber everytime
But, if I told you that, nikka, you know that I be lyin'
And I been fukkin' p*ssy since the tender age of nine.
It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive
And crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt
But, still I put in work and front for my folks
'Cause where I come from, nikka, family just ain't no joke
Now, D be gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat
But what about baby Doe
Some say that nikka's sellin' dope
And you know I ain't lyin', that's just how families talk
But, what you gon' do when the devil poke you wit' his fork?
And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved
Most preachers just false prophets, fukkin' hoes and gittin' paid
I'm lookin' for that"
RIP Pimp Chad
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