Faking my death was never this fun A blade is my saving grace empty phone calls left me wanting more My fear of acceptance kept me from you But your voice
Now a good friend of mine Sat with me and he cried He told me a story I know he ain't lying Said he went for a job And Mr. Man said Without an education
and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories First there's this arrogant
is such a lovely thing Feel the perks that a 7 digit budget bring Tell your girlfriend that I could pull some fucking strings So at courtside when I'm wrong get a
a count my blessings and pray that these haters ain't disrespecting/ Ain't ever no questions/ If we gotta rebel and do some checkin'/ At any second, things can change
'll come around Ain't it funny how niggas turn funny-style When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile See my niggas doin' a damn thing, flesh Trues
they thing I'm a real nigga, a street nigga till it's done with And I could never let you talk me into dumb shit Like selling out to move a few more units
crack, cocaine Getting back by throwing block parties and basketball games A lot of cash made on Hollis Ave Fast to change, high rollers was living, until the task force came A
what's my option, do it or not Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught Cause if I do, I'm goin to jail On a one-way ticket to a prison cell So why
, the windows have eyes And a dead man tells no lies Surprise For each and every wall that ever stood it has a story Some are not so obvious and some
a j everyday Some things never change, I'm still that way infact today I got so blazed, it was so magnificent First you saw it then you did it Disappear like a
the first to call me I never told you but you was there for me Whatever you need, I be there for you Crack, I got ya back, for real true story Now my
stories that I see you hide Tall tales, missing legends All those things that keep you guessing Most people they would call it a gift But to me, its just some
Way back in my childhood, I heard a story so true of a funny bunny stealin' some root from a guy that he knew. His mamma got worried She told the bunny
't say a word until I'm through Now there's a time to laugh a time to cry A time to live and a time to die A time to break and a time to chill To act