We don't need no more trouble, no more trouble I ain't the problem Solve me, if I am ever solved motherfuckers Solve the shit, I insist I ain't goin' nowhere I
, girl If I'm a stick up kid I'm pulling out for you, girl If I was hustling I'd pump coke for you, girl If I was a dread then I'd smoke for you, girl
and your mind You will find, I am there If you're cold and you're broke and there's fog in your scope Have hope, I am there Get in tune with me, move
1st verse] As I blaze the PM I inhale with the scent of a million men I exhale wit dumpin 17 up in the what the f**k I am? In the midst of a crisis God
but mama's working wonders in the kitchen Listen, I can hear her crying in the bedroom Praying for money we never think would she be dead soon? Am I wrong for wishing I
God I dream I get a record deal I'll buy a way out of here Or maybe a new Lexus jeep Or just a friend, am I dreamin'? Am I dreamin'? There's Mr. Roberts
God in Heaven, hear my prayer For the suffering here below Of the innocent and pure And the many without hope I am just a simple man Still believing
some things you do You just don't understand I offer no reason I ask for no pity I make no excuse For the way that I am And words are like poison That
a broke down humble man That's just who I am And that's from me to you Yeah I'm a broke down humble man Yeah that's just who I am And that's from me
as an army brat (Atten-hut!) Seven months old class act I was racing down the block As a matter of fact I could've been a track star (I guess I am) I
soul inside my body I got the secret here Yeah, I should have told somebody 'Cause ever since I've been sayin' things I never meant It's like I was speakin
way Please what am I supposed to say to my kids when they say 'Why?' [CHORUS - (2x)] [VERSE 3] Can't explain it baby, life is just really crazy I mean
head held high as I get in position real mc I fit the description what I'm spitting out needs no encryption. I am conditioned to vibe to the rhythm. I
at 16 I aint never been back When it come to being broke i say i never been flat I punk ass bitch i aint never been that Reminisce how Daddy cuaghta "
funds And I'm cryin', cryin' Call out with a fiendish ring Broken into smithereens Every thing's exactly how it seems And it would seem That I am cryin
as an army brat (Atten, hut) Seven months old class act I was racing down the block As a matter of fact I could've been a track star (I guess I am) I