Текст песни
Tap
in
with
my
rappin'
Slappin
a
beat
like
a
mad
pimp
Mad
at
the
world
Cuz
i
never
had
shit
Mad
at
a
girl
Cuz
she
dont
know
her
kids
All
this
rap
shit
Got
me
lookin'
at
my
life
All
the
math
hits
Different
when
you
livin'
nice
All
a
sudden
Everything
you
eatin
large
sized
All
a
sudden
Everybody
else
small
fry
You
at
the
mall
buyin
Everything
you
didnt
have
When
you
was
young
Cuz
yo
mamma
didnt
have
the
bag
Now
my
mamma
sittin
nice
with
an
in
ground
Death
took
her
man
but
satan
gave
the
handout
I'm
a
man
now
I
got
a
family
And
rather
be
a
dad
Than
a
man
with
his
hands
down
A
masterpiece
is
what
i'm
after
When
i
rap
now
Nothin
less
is
What
i'm
givin'
I
wont
tap
out
Tell
me
what
do
you
want
from
me?
I
just
wanna
chase
my
dreams
I
just
wanna
live
my
life
I
just
wanna
smoke
my
weed
I
make
songs
for
these
kids
Growin
up
with
nothin'
And
raise
mine
To
be
thankful
Of
where
we
come
from
Homie
got
a
gun
tryna
be
a
thug
now
He
said
someone
in
the
hood
got
a
40
cal
Wild
west
in
the
streets
when
the
sun
down
They
Crept
up
with
a
tec
he
got
gunned
down
Soft
white
and
they
said
it
was
clean
But
i
know
they
cut
it
with
some
methamphetamines
God
damn
this
a
cold
world
when
you
really
break
it
down
Hot
shot
now
her
mama
livin
in
a
cloud
Shell
prolly
get
a
tear
drop
for
the
life
lost
Me?
Ill
just
pour
some
liquer
to
the
vybe
dawg
Life
in
the
fast
lane
Bound
to
catch
up
Red
pill
blue
pill
Bout
had
enough
He
took
his
life
Because
he
felt
He
wasnt
loved
Kinda
fucked
up
The
shooter
Was
his
own
son
We
rollup
to
the
memories
And
screenprint
faces
On
our
t's
Next
to
rest
in
peace
Best
believe
this
lifestyle
Get
the
best
of
me
I'm
just
out
here
Tryna
dial
in
the
recipe
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