If, you don't know, who I be You better ask somebody about me Oh, you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy I, know, you, know I'm, on,

They're proud of me Now I can hold my heart in a fist And all the voices leave I can finally put it on my sleeve Oh, if only they'd really seen it Maybe they would finally believe me When I say I've won She's proud of me She's proud of

I've seen it coming I'm trapped in this body and can't get out It is the 21st century They got scared and they put me in All the lies run around my face And for anyone else to see

Oh no, oh no Show us that we're wrong and that's the one thing we can't be Oh no, oh no no no And throw away the key, boys The Joneses, they're not like you or me Lock 'em up, tight 'Cause if they had the chance they might Throw away the key, boys So

It'll be alright "I know you love her, but it's over, mate It doesn't matter, put the phone away It's never easy to walk away, let her go And my friend said It'll be okay It's gonna hurt for a bit of time So bottoms up, let's forget tonight You'll find

But I ain't got no one sleepin' with me Maybe I love you Maybe I'm just kind of bored It is what it is And you ain't got nowhere that you need to be I think were thinking to hard To put on your shoes and get in your car

Don't blame me Hear my story and listen well; Truth is in all that I tell It could never have been me I did not shoot no deputy Mr Grant, the deputy, Friend to my whole family He always tell me when John Brown Was getting ready to come around

Just 'cause I can't put my finger on it It doesn't mean that - that it's not there But there is something odd! It's gonna be alright! There's something wrong with the words that we're not sayin' And the silence we're creatin' Like a ghost note symphony

Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the

Where we were, kinda thing, betcha crawl, all alone Rec League, I ain't payin' to ball Y'all B-string like a broke guitar And I still put it down like the family dog Yeah, I murder some, I murder one Explain it all, Ferguson We ain't gotta sing the same