Actually the Intro
{Tupac speaking}
You don't never see me talking 'bout no fucking haters.
I get love and spread love in every location.
Nose up like my shit stanking.
Bad Spanish bitch got me all up in a fucking bodega.
I'm tired of waiting.
I'm hungrier than starving artists in a train station.
You know I'm impatient.
She like be safe it's dangerous.
I need those Ben Franklin's.
I need that Will and Jada.
A lot of niggas want it, but can you really take it?
I play my hand with aces.
Have you ever fucked something so good?
It got you saying goodness gracious?
I can't take no pay cuts.
Everybody around me got paper.
You see why I can't lay up?
I'm Kyrie with the layups.
That hustle 90s beeper.
That's Lakers Trev Ariza.
It's always for a reason.
You quiet nigga speak up.
I need mine like prenups.
We crunched in like a Prius.
Shoutout to all my teachers.
Stayed down.
All I ask is y'all to stay down.
Don't play me like a sucka never catch me with my pants down.
I'm never acting bougie I will bus it in a Greyhound.
Back when it was Boosie Badass singing Say Round.
I had to buckle down.
I like who i've become now.
What changed?
I'm still Roc with the fade.
I'm talking one to the grain.
Just sprinkled on the braids.
I never needed fame, attention always came.
Shit looking good, but I'm just trying maintain.
My cousin going through it and he look for me to save.
You say no once and they take it all in vain.
But little do you know I'm just hiding all this pain.
I gotta' son now and I hardly ever hang.
I used to smoke weed but now im lighting up a sage.
Rest in peace to Mike I still feel it 'til this day.
It won't go away,
I can't even pray.
I think I'm losing faith.
Just add it to my aim.
Cause that ain't my fate.
Y'all break the bank to have some women chase.
A bottle of Piege.
I take that to the face.
Then me and her gon' skate.
And I'ma have my way.
Y'all ain't playing fair.
Who the one that made sure you good when you around here?
Talking all that shit like I'm not suppose to be here.
Best mans picked his side now he gotta stay there.
Misinformation leads to misinterpretation.
Leads to altercation over just communicating.
But I think that's overrated.
Cause you know my heart.
You tried to play God, and then your world fell apart.
I was there from the start.
The room growing dark.
These white people fucking wit' me invested with the sharks.
Clothes deal, shoe deals, another path to cross.
Another type of cloth.
Try to catch up with the art.
It's a KD mid range pulling from the arc.
Building block crazy 'til it turns to Noah's Arc.
Enough said!
They put money on my head.
I hate social media it's turned to the feds.
Bragging on the money, but that check for ya' lead.
I kept it so humble now this shit is out my ass.
Trying not to tumble in the state of the crabs.
Try to keep your sanity as a black man.
(Writah's Touch is a powerhouse)
(Writah's Touch is a powerhouse)
Father coming home soon and I been waiting.
Just to see the smile turn on them broken faces.
My girl want me home cause she fear for my safety.
I'm thinking 'bout my son and I'm upgrading spaces.
Thank you to the ones took their charge for them cases.
Father coming home soon and I been waiting.
Just to see the smile turn on them broken faces.
My girl want me home cause she fear for my safety.
You don't never see me talking 'bout no fucking haters.
I get love and spread love in every location.
Nose up like my shit stanking.
Bad Spanish bitch got me all up in a fucking bodega.
I'm tired of waiting.
I'm hungrier than starving artists in a train station.
You know I'm impatient.
She like be safe it's dangerous.
I need those Ben Franklin's.
I need that Will and Jada.
A lot of niggas want it, but can you really take it?
I play my hand with aces.
Have you ever fucked something so good?
It got you saying goodness gracious?
I can't take no pay cuts.
Everybody around me got paper.
You see why I can't lay up?
I'm Kyrie with the layups.
That hustle 90s beeper.
That's Lakers Trev Ariza.
It's always for a reason.
You quiet nigga speak up.
I need mine like prenups.
We crunched in like a Prius.
Shoutout to all my teachers.
Stayed down.
All I ask is y'all to stay down.
Don't play me like a sucka never catch me with my pants down.
I'm never acting bougie I will bus it in a Greyhound.
Back when it was Boosie Badass singing Say Round.
I had to buckle down.
I like who i've become now.
What changed?
I'm still Roc with the fade.
I'm talking one to the grain.
Just sprinkled on the braids.
I never needed fame, attention always came.
Shit looking good, but I'm just trying maintain.
My cousin going through it and he look for me to save.
You say no once and they take it all in vain.
But little do you know I'm just hiding all this pain.
I gotta' son now and I hardly ever hang.
I used to smoke weed but now im lighting up a sage.
Rest in peace to Mike I still feel it 'til this day.
It won't go away,
I can't even pray.
I think I'm losing faith.
Just add it to my aim.
Cause that ain't my fate.
Y'all break the bank to have some women chase.
A bottle of Piege.
I take that to the face.
Then me and her gon' skate.
And I'ma have my way.
Y'all ain't playing fair.
Who the one that made sure you good when you around here?
Talking all that shit like I'm not suppose to be here.
Best mans picked his side now he gotta stay there.
Misinformation leads to misinterpretation.
Leads to altercation over just communicating.
But I think that's overrated.
Cause you know my heart.
You tried to play God, and then your world fell apart.
I was there from the start.
The room growing dark.
These white people fucking wit' me invested with the sharks.
Clothes deal, shoe deals, another path to cross.
Another type of cloth.
Try to catch up with the art.
It's a KD mid range pulling from the arc.
Building block crazy 'til it turns to Noah's Arc.
Enough said!
They put money on my head.
I hate social media it's turned to the feds.
Bragging on the money, but that check for ya' lead.
I kept it so humble now this shit is out my ass.
Trying not to tumble in the state of the crabs.
Try to keep your sanity as a black man.
(Writah's Touch is a powerhouse)
(Writah's Touch is a powerhouse)
Father coming home soon and I been waiting.
Just to see the smile turn on them broken faces.
My girl want me home cause she fear for my safety.
I'm thinking 'bout my son and I'm upgrading spaces.
Thank you to the ones took their charge for them cases.
Father coming home soon and I been waiting.
Just to see the smile turn on them broken faces.
My girl want me home cause she fear for my safety.
Credits
Writer(s): Jamaal Walker
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