[Verse 1]
Yeah
Age seven, Cartoon Network on the TV
Seventeen, I know that nigga wanna be me
Wish I could tell him to cherish collecting them CD's, and when the biggest thing was my potatoes being too creamy
Sometimes I be looking up thinking 'bout the ones that chose to leave me
Or the ones that didn't choose and got hit with the green beam
Green bean soup up on my plate
While my lil' baby slurp me up, but that ain't it as of late
I been thinking 'bout my fate, and I know how much I've grown
Both in my mind and my bank, not asking for no loan
My dawg need some help, but Mary Jane keeping him gone
Ran out of gas in my tank, 876 we done flown
Took off with this life shit and went and reclined
I was a kid, wasn't no responsibility to find
But the higher my number get is the more I decline
And my skill with the pen and my diet got more refined
Nigga
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Lover boy with his heart in his hands
Giving it to anybody who would give him a chance
But he got it stepped on, and he still was slept on
But he kept on giving, his heart must've been made of baguettes
Nah, back then? Karats, he had a heart full of gold
But them girls kept playing, so he just went and he turned it cold
Now he don't got much remorse, that sorry shit done got old
And when he just keep it real, motherfuckers saying he bold? (Ha, damn)
These bitches keep on asking him where the old him at
The nigga they could walk all over just like a gym mat
Not the nigga that locked in and done became a gym rat
Don't care 'bout them bitches though, only care where the gym at
(Why?)
So he can clear his mind
The clock never stops, so he always up on his grind
'Cuz one thing you gon' learn 'bout niggas like him in this world
Is that the pain that made this mindset always lead back to a girl
Nigga
Yeah
Age seven, Cartoon Network on the TV
Seventeen, I know that nigga wanna be me
Wish I could tell him to cherish collecting them CD's, and when the biggest thing was my potatoes being too creamy
Sometimes I be looking up thinking 'bout the ones that chose to leave me
Or the ones that didn't choose and got hit with the green beam
Green bean soup up on my plate
While my lil' baby slurp me up, but that ain't it as of late
I been thinking 'bout my fate, and I know how much I've grown
Both in my mind and my bank, not asking for no loan
My dawg need some help, but Mary Jane keeping him gone
Ran out of gas in my tank, 876 we done flown
Took off with this life shit and went and reclined
I was a kid, wasn't no responsibility to find
But the higher my number get is the more I decline
And my skill with the pen and my diet got more refined
Nigga
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Lover boy with his heart in his hands
Giving it to anybody who would give him a chance
But he got it stepped on, and he still was slept on
But he kept on giving, his heart must've been made of baguettes
Nah, back then? Karats, he had a heart full of gold
But them girls kept playing, so he just went and he turned it cold
Now he don't got much remorse, that sorry shit done got old
And when he just keep it real, motherfuckers saying he bold? (Ha, damn)
These bitches keep on asking him where the old him at
The nigga they could walk all over just like a gym mat
Not the nigga that locked in and done became a gym rat
Don't care 'bout them bitches though, only care where the gym at
(Why?)
So he can clear his mind
The clock never stops, so he always up on his grind
'Cuz one thing you gon' learn 'bout niggas like him in this world
Is that the pain that made this mindset always lead back to a girl
Nigga
( King Kai )
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