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Damn, broke is a bad joke But still I laugh though frontin' trynna have hope, it's sad though I'm tired of being broke as sh*t I'm seeing other n*ggas ball and I'm like 0 for 6 Ay man I just graduated, good old college degree Sh*t, my n*ggas drug dealing seen more dollars than me I know my calling Its in my blood to do this music thing Wont be that illest n*gga that you never knew his name I'm looking at these fake A&R's like "you a lame- That boy a genius and you ain't even listen, man you insane" But you'll see though, just what the hell a n*gga bout' to be though So give me one year then play this back like TiVO Cuz boy I'm fein'n blow I'm a mothaf*cking torpedo The music's in my blood so watch these n*ggas turn mosquitoes Uh, I play the villain and the hero, some grow man sh*t Feel like a god'dam kid, man I'm Pac and BIG "Up" is something that I cant give Wont see me disappear like the old Ant Viv Cuz even on a slow jam I'm so damn sick Man I even spread a virus to a program-quick I gotta focus on my flow and get some doe man, sh*t No dollars got me acting like I got no damn sense But peace to my broham's and my ex lady Yea we've been complicating things with the sex lately Maybe I'm being selfish-but naw I cant help it Cuz girl we go back like a throwback Celtics-jersey Regardless of where God lead us, just know that I was Martin and you was my Gina Uh, but I'm through living in the past Lord No more thinking rewind and more fast forward Less rearview mirror and more dashboard I'm visualizing cash and stamps on a passport That CLS with a full tank of gas for it Cop my momma a whip n*gga he didn't even ask for it Wise enough to know that money can't buy you happiness or love us But it's gon' get my momma out the struggle Wise enough to know that money can't buy you happiness or love us But it's gon' get my momma out the struggle Said I'm wise enough to know that money cant buy you happiness or love us But it's gon' get my momma out the struggle |