And I'm good
And I'm straight
And I do
What they can't
Wanna stack a hundred k
In my safe
If I could, I'd run away
Where they ain't
Talk about it in the hood
My dawg say
I just need a little push
Go my way
Maybe then I wouldn't slave
For low wage
Either way Ima be good
Shit, I pray
If I could
I'd have the digital, the light up dash With wood
And the candy paint is drippin Through the hood
And the police couldn't catch me
Cuz I had the Chevy big block 454 Under the hood
But I don't
So I guess
Ima have to grab this pen
And my breath
And just think about it
Write about it
Speak about it
Be about it
Cash a check until it's no stress
Well I bet
If I ever made it out the city
Niggas would get jealous
And the situation would get sticky
Could get iffy, grab the blicky
Fuck them bitches, roll the sticky
Keep a buck, you keep it 50
Yea
Uh What's good
If I could
Then I'd run away and never come Back For good
I Roll woods
I should
Act a fool
But nigga
I'm good
And I'm straight
And I do
What they can't
Wanna stack a hundred k
In my safe
If I could, I'd run away
Where they ain't
Talk about it in the hood
My dawg say
I just need a little push
Go my way
Maybe then I wouldn't slave
For low wage
Either way Ima be good
Shit, I pray
Nuh uh uh
I don't wanna the hear the problems
Of the world
I mean
I'm already dealing with my girl
And her girls
And my dudes
They don't really like to play
By the rules
So I school
And start to talking
Get to preaching to the homies
How to live it how we should
But that's tough
When the system wants you down
And yo daddy ain't around
You take a puff
To be chill
When the homies getting killed
When he had so much skill
And that's real
It's fucked up
It's not life
It's not real
I jsut wanna feel like someone
I just wanna feel important
I just wanna feel I'm human
I just wanna touch on something