Can't help but think about the situation Tryna get to see but my mind's racing Only got each other we can turn to Lying here, I know they'll never break you free You ain't got no money, I ain't got no time All these faces lookin' funny when I'm drivin'

What's your position? Trying to come at me sideways But they they ass backwards, jealousy, that's all that is I see that shit a mile away, but its all gravy One little glitch and your plan getting hit baby I got enough for you butt niggas laying in the cut

If I die tonight Tonight's the night I get in some shit Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they they get you A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once They They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Picturing pitiful punk niggas

Young black America Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner White man kill a black man, they never report us Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up Mama she was sour, sippin' on

Everybody's got somebody Not just anybody But the one That you can't help who you love No you can't help, you can't help who you love Friends try to set you up, try to find you someone new They They say you'll get along, you're just alike, she's perfect for

Tell me why I can't get no relief Wonderin' when they'll come for me A paranoid man makes paranoid plans I'll do what I can but it's out of my hands Struggling just to find my peace Never know when someone come and try to take my life I been sleeping

Know me, you know, me You know me, you know me Every time you try to forget who I am I'll be right there to remind you again You know me (pow! pow!), you know me 'mind them that they they know me Oh, na-na-na-na-na-na

Plus that paper chasin', it done turn me to a savage Groupies in the lobby they they just tryna get established God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status Feel his blessings wash away my sins I'm sanctified and, I have been born again Now I proclaim,

They gon' miss this plane (plane, plane) Don't know what they they hatin' for, I'm just gettin' my paper Well, maybe they'll love me more when I'm gone I don't wanna leave, but I need to, it's such a shame (Shame, shame) They gon' miss this plane I try to

Eighteen years had come and gone For mama they they flew by But for me they drug on and on We were loading up that Chevy Both tryin' not to cry Mama kept on talking Putting off goodbye Then she took my hand and said "Baby, don't forget