TheOtherGuys

I'm not like
The other
Guys

Ima peacock
Got to
Let me
Fly

Ain't no mo
Street talk
On my
Homicide

Ride with
The Nina
Got to
Keep that
Iron

Hanging
No FIFA
Kicking
On the
Other side

This is
Some
Reefer
That'll
Get you
High

Think
I'm the
Grim Reaper
When I
Get inside
Almost died
In the streets
Trying to
See who
Gone ride

Got stuck
In a cell
But jumped
Out the yard

Too solid
To tell
Been
Going
Rock hard
Beat a nigga
Ass for a
Candy bar

They threw
Me in the hole
That's where
It all starts

For ten days
I was stuck
In that box

I lost my brain
And my soul
And my thoughts

It was
So cold
Got frostbite
On my heart

I told myself
I came
Too far
To stop

That shit
Really broke
Me left
Me with
Some scars

Isolated
From the
World got
Cut off

Couldn't
Talk to
My pottnas
Or my pops

Couldn't
Talk to
My bitches
Or my moms

Another
Few days
Until I see
A phone

I was
Feeling E.T
When he
Want a
Flow home

I'm not like
Them other
Guys

Ima peacock
Got to
Let me
Fly

Ain't no mo
Street talk
On my
Homicide

Ride with
The Nina
Got to
Keep that
Iron

Hanging
No FIFA
Kicking
On the
Other side

This is
Some
Reefer
That'll
Get you
High

Think
I'm the
Grim Reaper
When I
Get inside
Almost died
In the streets
Trying to
See who
Gone ride

The harder
Shit get

The
Harder
I go

Interstate to
Interstate on
A roll

Begging the
lord have
Mercy on
My soul

Too young
To be feeling
This old

How many
Fell to the
System
Didn't fold

Couldn't
Tell you
Who told

Even if
I know
Not in
My blood
Not a nematode

How you
Ain't know
That you
Hanging
With goats

Not a
Showboat
But
They want a
Grab a float

Not a
Nintendo

Controller
For bimbos
Not for me kiddo
She want to
Taste the skittles
Not a rainbow

Not no
Malcom
In the
Middle

She
Wanting
A Rick
Kind of
Pickle