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Da Boi Naj is a mystery/ alot of people know my name and know my game, but they dont know my history// growing up was tough, considered myself a poor kid/ chilling and smoking blunts was the only things that i did// I was never a heartbreaker,a sweet child/ always tried to get with a girl but they would act wild// they can never see how nice i could be/ instead they will go with guys that would treat them like frisbes// hold'em for second then toss'em to the side/ I seen hoes get mad and other girls cry// i never knew why but me, i was different/ i would take my stress off with music or spittin/ i see no hierchy and i see no competition/ I use to sit back and think about what I missing/ parties,liquor and drugs, with girl on girl kissing/ I be the guy drunk talking himself pissing// thats no joke dawg, nor no pretend/ thats when I use to kick it with Dan,Jon, and Brandon// we would party all night, hard body/ ask my cousin Aj, he even got bodied// we use to chill in my room,token on a L'/ towel under the door so my stepsisters couldnt smell// the smoke that we had cause it was rowdy/ cop a quater, dim the lights and let the room get cloudy// Listen.. I remember the day when i came back from school/ my dad wasnt around and something seemed uncool// couple hours later got a call saying he locked up/ Im thinking like damn,but in my heart i was like fuck// I speak my mind through this music and this rapping/ women tell me ima flirt, still i be macking// the ladies, with no jewels or a mercedes/ now aint that crazy(aint that crazy)// aint it shady how people get mad/ cause I developed a flow that they wish they had/ I tell'em calm down cause Im in my bag/ and my swags not for rent so nigga too bad/ smile on my face cause i couldnt be sad/ when I grow up I want a caddy riding on flats(caddy on flats)// is that too much/ stuck it in her ass,she said ouch thats too much// so I calmed down and i changed my role/ switched the gear up and got some skateboard clothes// my cousin Lestie got me on that shit// he like a brother from another/ and them problems with my mother/ got me tripping in a bubble// feeling like Im bout to spazz/ couldnt keep a steady job,sold weed for the cash/ loved girls with nice titties, but they had a fat ass/ always was a funny guy,remained the clown of the class// my grandpa's even funny/ that nigga stays stingy when it comes to the money// but i was the same way// me and my nigga Jay use to stack guap/ on the block, but kept our eyes open for them cop cocks// rapping was an always/ me and Richard use to bust freestyles chilling in the hallways// plus I knew this young girl named Ninoska/ her ex-man would get mad everytime she got close to// me, cause he knew that i would be/ the one showing other things// to her instead of just sex// I had too much respect to treat the girl like that/ I think things could of work, but they didnt so thats that// so I moved on, my journey through this world/ and little did I know, I had another girl// her is Airyka, but i should call her daisy/ her smiles like a flower, it got me going crazy// you know im always honest and i rarely lie/ your normal, typical cool kid, kinda guy// and Lancaster's the home, the home where' he'll be/ April 15th, 91, Najei Cosme mother fucka thats me// |