Perception

(Hook) I'm just a man behind the bars, there ain't no breaking out This shit is forever, here me, here me, ain't no fading out I've been bumping sad songs, really I done played it out All that drama dreaming, mama screaming, hope we make it out I just hope we make it out, just hope we make it out I just hope we make it out x2 Been drama dreaming, mama screaming, hope we make it out I just hope we make it out, I just hope we make it out Uh, yeah, just hope we make it out (Verse 1: Chubby Jag) My pockets low, I had to bust a move Wayne shit late night, slanging on the bus to school Moms only had enough for bills, not enough for food Stealing fries, wonder why burger joints had enough of dude They only gave us two options, living or die Cause when you in denial, really you living a lie You talking about the plane, the bienz that you keep crashing The fifty thousand dollar plastic that you keep flashing You got the best crib, and you fucking with hella' bitches You stray strapped, and you done brought drama to hella' snitches You got a crazy squad, your niggas hella' vicious Soulful nigga, you wouldn't trade it for hella' riches Shooting range, getting practice we think we Durking Nigga I'm so tired of lying to moms, she think we working But the jobs ain't hiring, so we growing bud I just hope she don't kick me out, she be showing love I only know two options, living or die And when you not living it right, you living a lie (Hook) I'm just a man behind the bars, there ain't no breaking out This shit is forever, here me, here me, ain't no fading out I've been bumping sad songs, really I done played it out All that drama dreaming, mama screaming, hope we make it out I just hope we make it out, just hope we make it out I just hope we make it out x2 Been drama dreaming, mama screaming, hope we make it out I just hope we make it out, I just hope we make it out Uh, yeah, just hope we make it out (Verse 2: Chubby Jag) Look my life is like a movie, skip to dvd Learned how to take advantage, cooked dinner with EBT I use to lie to bitches, and say I'm on BET Till they caught me on the corner, passing out my CD free Now this shit is different, I run my city like CP3 Yup, we riding rough and my bitch a (pissey?) like E-V-E Chubby, I head D-Mac making crack flips I'm just telling niggas bout the game, I'm on my Shaq shit Report cards, straight fails Mama doing backflips, meanwhile I'm thinking about money, on some relax shit I'm tired of lying Bitches thinking we pushing bentleys, really a bucket, no squad with me, we pushing empty I'm still trying to get a job, I'm still lying My mama think I'm a dead beat, she's still crying I never stop no, all them birdies is still flying I keep it strapped, cause with all this money we still dying I rap mean an them crack pheines is still buying I'm on some real shit, I just want them to feel Ryan