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[00:18.51]Top down with the fresh cut
[00:20.69]With A. Baker (Anita Baker) through the speakers, 'Best Of'
[00:23.21]A crisp white tee, I'm still feelin' dressed up
[00:25.65]Everythin' else healthy, don't get me messed up
[00:28.32]A good pair of shades on, you gon always see me in disguise
[00:31.13]Not for style, I don't want you to seein' my eyes
[00:33.66]But for now, tell God hurry my plans
[00:35.82]Cause I just had to bury my man
[00:37.50]Us two was on some brother shit
[00:39.93]But if I learned anythin',
[00:40.93]if you take life for granted it'll grant you some other shit
[00:43.50]I know I can't be the only one troubled with
[00:45.72]I talk 'bout hard shit like I discovered it
[00:48.29]Thought I had enough of it, still won't cut a wrist
[00:50.63]I just wrote the book, he published it
[00:53.20]Simply read holdin' back the years
[00:54.98]Cause when I strayed,
[00:56.25]it looked like he holdin' back some tears, he sayin'
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[01:16.53]Sometimes I feel like it's a ghost behind me
[01:19.40]Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me
[01:21.89]Clockin' my every move, takin' notes behind me
[01:24.37]Crowd laughin', there must be a 'Roast' behind me
[01:26.69]But the boy won't bend
[01:27.94]Though the road to the riches is startin' to look like it don't end
[01:31.30]I'm on 9-5 speedin', truly love it
[01:33.85]No idea where I'm goin', that's the beauty of it
[01:36.33]But still I'm here waitin' on a sign
[01:38.61]Or a F.Y.I. to be notified, cause (WHY)
[01:42.05]Do it matter what he got it store for niggas if they too broke to buy
[01:45.77]I know I want heart, my back carryin' some tons ya'll
[01:47.97]From the devil's bedroom on to his front yard
[01:50.69]Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur
[01:52.98]Let em know before I hop out with him on my shoulder, I said
[01:56.43]
[02:13.33]Wouldn't be smart to tangle wit ya guardian angel
[02:16.45]Not when they got a strangle from every angle, head to ankles
[02:19.45]Get mangled, so I don't got shit
[02:21.80]My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit
[02:24.36]Tryin' to be fly every second that the clock tick
[02:26.65]But there's a suicide bomber in the cockpit
[02:29.04]See my intent is to be content
[02:31.44]But that's contingent off fly hoe's usin' ??
[02:33.81]Since mama concieved me
[02:36.37]Me and dude been stuck in a melee
[02:38.79]He's tellin' me I gotta ball like Beasely
[02:40.94]But I could give a **** how a nigga perceives me
[02:43.49]So until God retrieves me
[02:45.91]I'm following' behind the nigga that misleads me
[02:48.25]If need be, bounce from where he tryin' to keep me
[02:50.59]But everytime I try he tells me that he needs me
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@ @
Top down with the fresh cut
With A. Baker (Anita Baker) through the speakers, 'Best Of'
A crisp white tee, I'm still feelin' dressed up
Everythin' else healthy, don't get me messed up
A good pair of shades on, you gon always see me in disguise
Not for style, I don't want you to seein' my eyes
But for now, tell God hurry my plans
Cause I just had to bury my man
Us two was on some brother shit
But if I learned anythin',
if you take life for granted it'll grant you some other shit
I know I can't be the only one troubled with
I talk 'bout hard shit like I discovered it
Thought I had enough of it, still won't cut a wrist
I just wrote the book, he published it
Simply read holdin' back the years
Cause when I strayed,
it looked like he holdin' back some tears, he sayin'
Sometimes I feel like it's a ghost behind me
Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me
Clockin' my every move, takin' notes behind me
Crowd laughin', there must be a 'Roast' behind me
But the boy won't bend
Though the road to the riches is startin' to look like it don't end
I'm on 9-5 speedin', truly love it
No idea where I'm goin', that's the beauty of it
But still I'm here waitin' on a sign
Or a F.Y.I. to be notified, cause (WHY)
Do it matter what he got it store for niggas if they too broke to buy
I know I want heart, my back carryin' some tons ya'll
From the devil's bedroom on to his front yard
Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur
Let em know before I hop out with him on my shoulder, I said
Wouldn't be smart to tangle wit ya guardian angel
Not when they got a strangle from every angle, head to ankles
Get mangled, so I don't got shit
My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit
Tryin' to be fly every second that the clock tick
But there's a suicide bomber in the cockpit
See my intent is to be content
But that's contingent off fly hoe's usin' ??
Since mama concieved me
Me and dude been stuck in a melee
He's tellin' me I gotta ball like Beasely
But I could give a **** how a nigga perceives me
So until God retrieves me
I'm following' behind the nigga that misleads me
If need be, bounce from where he tryin' to keep me
But everytime I try he tells me that he needs me