Текст песни (Y.S.A.K) - King Se7en

.i just love recording to this beat
Smooth it out, Young H.O.
Black glasses
Black V
Debos on my feet
You can look at me and tell
Ion care what nobody think.
Same hat, different week.
Same clothes, different hoes tripping.
But I think throwed.
A nigga po pimpin'
Life ain't so bad
My broke mom slept with
My broke dad and had
My broke ass, and I think
It's funny they always
Made life sweet
Like we was dipped
In honey.
Can barely count the nights
I had to go to sleep hungry
If it wasn't on the stove
It's something in the oven
Don't need toys, tho
I got my brothers
Plenty of em.
We wasn't keeping up
With the Jones'
That Hodges mentality
Still in me.
So in any giving moment
If I fell off
Did not drop.
Dropped out
Get outboxed
Got shot
But not Pac'd
Popped locks
But not copped.
I stop and count em
As blessings, not problems
I don't need a lot of em
But even if I got em, then
Lord forgiving him
Cuz he got some dark
Forces in him
But I also gotta
Righteous conscience
Tell me that I don't need
So I never beg and plead
Unless it's emergencies
Then I turn to The Only One
Ahead of me.
I'm from the bottom
So they doubt him
But watch how I come up
out of nowhere
And leave em solemn
I'm smiling, you see me
Swallow ya pride.
Don't be shy
Just cuz I don't
Talk about when I'm high
Don't mean you
gotta be dry
You see these thoughts in my mind
Bout relax
Be jamming
So I'm turning everything
I think about to an anthem
Don't need pampering
No platters or
No silver spoon.
Just for everyone in every way
To give me room.
I don't need a hook
That's word to Young Ru
All I need in this life of sin (Oooo)
(Lemme say something to em Dnoe)
(Iight I'm thru)
(Bet)

I love this house but
I can find a decent canopy
I love this meal but
I just need a piece of candy, b.
Besides weed and brandy me
Usually be stoned
All alone
So I love my home
But I don't even need no family
All I need in this life of sin
A writing pen
With no candle
My light's within
And that should be substantial
Cuz I write within
I'm Rajon Rondo
With the handle
On this life I'm in
I gotta faith like
I'm Daniel in the lions den.
You see my chain
The cross what we
have faith in
I smoke a blunt for
Thoughts of Relaxation
But lately I ain't
Been smoking
And I'm finna enrage
I used to promise my girlfriend
We was getting engaged
When I'm of age
Til then just sit in a cage
And look pretty front row
While I'm spitting on stage
Our marriage ceremony
Sposed to be like a mini parade
But it'll never happen
Rapping, making minimal wage
(So she's gone)
Seven twenty five an hour
Part time
But it's better than doing
Any amount of hard time
Don't wanna use collect to call moms
So besides this small dime
I'm avoiding all crime
Since I was fifteen like Metta jersey
Been an early bird
Up and at em
Seven thirty
Better hurry.
I'm living in this movie
We call Life
I'm Eddie Murphy
And I took a sip of
Living water
So I'm never thirsty.
And ion get hungry less I smoke
But I been sober cuz I'm broke
See Mary Jane she ain't a joke
We Been apart for three months
So just give me three blunts
Some chief blunts
And sweet punch see
I don't need much.
Cuz nothing even matters
Not even life itself man
It's Young Ru. Hodges.
Richie Fisk on the beat.
Nice sample my nig.