IRC-Galleria

Father forgive me, for my life of sin
Coming out the hood, from a bottle of Jin
Where I from we chasing a dream through the paper or pen
But paper donÂ’t make you less, or even better than man
Better than man, nigga aint no better man
That nigga work hard and do more than he can
I traded myself for riches, money and the bitches
Bitches always come so money always go, I know
Cause nigga like me get some bitch for sure
I spend money in the club for drinks and dro
Rocks and rings, yeah I cop some things
Get money straight evil, warring watch and rings
Living in the apartment, size of boxing ring
So what you think? Nigga wonÂ’t come and light this thing
Yeah, IÂ’m fighting, do some Tyson things
ItÂ’s like me and devil boxing, in the fighting ring
Heaven or hell, I quest its jail but heaven is my way
But hell itÂ’s the place where I live today
Okay, I know that nigga got some keys or cake
Get pay, kicking with Dre like B2K
Dance with devil my nigga but my feet donÂ’t play
As long as a breath, my heat wonÂ’t lay
IÂ’m in the street A-day, where my peoples stay
Deep in pray!