Lyrics

I luv my pops
even though hes a bastard
promise to show up
n never did after

at da age of six
dissapearing like casper
didnt hear from him
n my moms bellydancin

drank lots of liqua
had to flip pain to laughter
fuckin up liver
burning up da pancreas

75 proof gettin loose in dis booth
set roof on fire
battle fools like zeuz

mix beer wiski
till we go
get lost like a gypsy
hed spinning like a frisbee

if i go broke
would family miss me
will homies be around
will girlies kiss me

who knows fuck it
why contemplate
complicate my life
on sum shit dats beyond my fate

cognitive thinkin
my thought steady ringin
pop pills
pop thrills
i cant stop slingin


chorus

dis lifes messed up
got me stressed up
workin day n nite
no time to rest up

issues on my mind
loosin my time
lookin for a sign
n gods blessed up


Verse 2

Slingin en rimes
like dimes on streets
throw five so live
soon as dive in beat

flyin n sinkin
puffin n drinkin
linkin pieces
to formulate a thesis

on weekends
took time to reflect
enrich my intellect
with sum shit dats
beyond ya head

animal instinct
soon as beast come out
no doubt
dog i bee streets
i just took a different route

takin action
in brokerage transactions
sharin a fraction
conversation wit my faction

money is great
but lil bring an added value
its about us
not me or just u

trips to lebanon
makin power moves
power tools
like an hours glass shift da shit

sum win or loose
so here a conclusion
spent enuff years
lost in confusion


chorus

dis lifes messed up
got me stressed up
workin day n nite
no time to rest up

issues on my mind
loosin my time
lookin for a sign
n gods blessed up



Verse 3

No snoozin
hardtimes builds a good charcater
instead of being blinded
by illusions

steady youtubin
trunk be boomin
shish kabob fumin
cigars be cuban

broads be boozin
forgot what a human is
exuberant n super rich
fly like superan flicks

its kha
not new to dis
cut foolishness
u know i drop da coolest hits

sandnigga hussel
peasant to a sultan
smokin dat sheesh
got u movin n bouncin

now i walk around
like a sheik with a falcon
mr roukoz
wit 2 hoes

They like to get too close
while i spit rimes out da balcony
cats in back of me
be raw wit no paws

since a young buk
on dese broot streets
fasinated by raps
n mobb deep beats