Black...
Raw...
Yo, what's for breakfast?
Same as yesterday
Oh that's right
Cheeseburger and a 40 ounce
Then what's for dinner?
Nothing
But last night I had dreams of a quarter house
Cause look, girl, I feel like
Cattle in a slaughterhouse
But f*** that
Growin' up, yo, here's a quarter rounds
It ain't no hydro
Better get you high though
Them look like cots
But what...
Do I know?
At the end of this tunnel, Miss Red and Blue lies
Guess your pre-plies will never do right
One thing
I know all I did was wrong Maybe there ain't nowhere I belong
Only thing in front of me is a bullet in the head
And hoping one day that they'll find me dead
Till then I'll make a place in this world For me and my baby girl, yeah, yeah
Yo, the day drop way into the a.m.
Mumbo jumbo on a minor p.m.
Call it how I see em Ain't no rhyme or reason
I'm in some different booth Every day just life or *.
Out of bandwidth, animal anguish So love, no, die, bitch is the language
Guilty as sin, depending on a reed Shaking in the wind
Just a question never answered Out here looking for its end
And at the end of this tunnel There's red and blue lights
Guess you pray your price When you never do right
One thing I know all I did was wrong Maybe there ain't nowhere I belong
Only thing in front of me is a bullet in the head
And hoping one day that they'll find me dead
Till then I'll make a place in this world For me and my baby girl, yeah, yeah
Yo, the day drop way into this world For me and my baby girl, yeah, yeah
Yo, the day drop way into this world For me and my baby girl, yeah, yeah