my mother made a man of me Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in Taught me how to save my little dividends So when I graduated I'd have a little
so everytime money calls i gotta bust my ass im on the grind bitch bank roll after bank roll i aint playin my nigga i got a mansion my nigga mel just
stay on my mind Fulfill my fantasies I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams Baby boy, not a day goes by Without my fantasies I think
the age when I became a man, learned to stand, on my own One dog, no bone, so young, so grown Kid left home, shit got harder, kid got smarter Did my
still co-defendants Know your legends, Fat Joe, Soul blowin' up sessions Split dough with detectives to get my flow in protection Through the ice on my gold you see your own
how we do this I'm fingerfuckin with my Now they peepin how a nigga climb on the chart Ain't fear in my heart, I represent it from the start Deep, my
ain't lastin' This little town is gettin' wild as hell Check the penetentiaries and all the jails If they could lock us all up, that would be just fine Got my
, he called on me We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P Met him unlocked doors, off my keys Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially Man he broke bread with me, my
own Cause the lyrics you be kickin don't be workin in my zone And I gotta include, don't mean to be rude But you gotta change up your little funky attitude
Chorus] We ain't got no time, in the city of gold Trying to get me some sunshine An avoid the patrol Ah yea [Verse 1] I'm fed up All I want is a little
him run for me then I can work for myself, don't have to Work for nobody I'll be my own hustler Where can I roam to get my hustle on Killafornia, stacking
to sign these Well okay, but you're gonna get me in trouble Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double I'll be in that corner table wit my homies (Right
doesn't make sense, Pete It's all political if my music is literal and I'm a criminal How the fuck can I raise a little girl? I couldn't I wouldn't be
la Sha la la la, la la la Hey little girl, standing on the corner Today's your lucky day for sure, all right Me and my buddy, we're from New York
out And I'm all alone, I'm all alone And kid you better get the picture And I'm on my own, I'm on my own And I can't go home When the change was made
in the summer with a teenage diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin
my mind Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind My
Dogs with the rabies, little babies are having babies Juveniles act wild every footstep you take On every corner there's a crack vial Pushers, dealers