Deep Az The Root
Somewhat kinda slow
I'm thinking about the homie he just got caught
He ain't never bang befo'
Yeah, it's '97 it's too late for that shit
I don't trip, I take a sip
And then I think I'm still drinking
Yeah the hood is leaking
All my little freaks is like creeping
Then I found out
All them niggas we put down was like bitches
Motherfucking snake ass bitches
See, never no mo' slipping
I'm still tripping how they say 'Pac's gone
But I still hear them songs
I guess the real niggas feel it
And all the cowards around the world really didn't
(I know they didn't)
See I need's a new bag to bag big head Monopoly money
It ain't funny
A nigga need them bills to fold
When I roll, we in the industry we like hoes on a stroll
So I'ma stick a nigga fo' I go
See ah, my youngest daughter she like spoiled
So if I have to sell a gang of cavi and spread my soil
I'ma do this cause my nigga's rent due
Plus all that little shit that me and K-Oss done been through
Plus collaborations from my nigga Hutch
He keep a nigga pocket broke huff, ha
No no' swap meet, 10K
A nigga feel good on a stroll through Coitier
(Who wanna play?)
I still hang with my niggas that sell that shit
I tell you how much it cost and where to get it
ATL got clientele so you know that we gon' flip it
Riding wild in the west with a meal ticket
Sometimes I can't fight the feeling
These setbacks they come by the millions
Life is one big escapade
You won't know till it's too late
Sometimes I can't fight the feeling
These setbacks they come by the millions
Everyday's an episode
Can you handle the load?
Now I was told to sit down and shut when grown folks speak
And keep your head in them books fuck them streets
But instead I be out here and with my next of kin
Trying to dodge doing 20 in the pen
So count me in
On a half of them two thangs
So I can paint a much brighter picture for my frame
And count change
My baby mama think that I'm a bank
She thinks my car is always on a full tank
Yeah, mama be telling me to slow down
Take a deep breath and take a step and look around
Uh, yeah
Cause I don't think that I can grind forever
I got to trust who I can trust and put up with bad weather
I shake broads to the left
Cause I don't know who gon' try to gank me and shank me for my wealth
Yo, I learn from my great uncle Ken
That there's a thin line between you and your ends
[Outro]