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Your Soul In E Minor

Chuuwee

Wildstyle: B-Side

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Tekst piosenki
[Intro] Yeah You know what it is Some 90's shit Whatever year you want to put it in [Verse 1] Yo called up my partner To grab some ganja The marijuana If you know me by now bitch im a stoner From the south side of Sacramento California where they run up on you with that lama Trippin off that molly water John carter couldn't make it in the city full of ??? Whats harder is the blood is almost thinner than the water So I love my mom and father And thank god im 22 When i can still lay foundations before i have a daughter I was watching television when the newsman said they caught her Lady used her foodstamps for ipads Shawty tried to make a dash, got denied for the cash The way they advertise shit it kinda made me laugh But then it made me mad The way they got my people looking bad The way my people stupid as an ass That nigga Tyler Perry make a movie out of it And he just keep all the cash Now the families on blast [Hook] Sometimes I'd like to know how it feels to sell my soul One goal of mine is to play at a sold out show So i just want to know One day I'd like to know what its like to sell your soul Or sell out and trade who you are for a bunch of dough [Verse 2] How many rappers really spit about the shit they wanna say Or do they pencil down whatever Just so they can make some pay Do they listen to they fans When they think the shit is gay Do they even give a fuck Or is it just another day Sometimes i wanna change the world I wanna change the game Sometimes i feel like fuck the music I just want the rich and fame And other days i feel like People need someone to say it And i feel like maybe i can be the one to make a change But im dreaming, niggas be scheming They think im holding quarter millions Active pavilions Niggas be illin I ain't spillin This ice grillin Grown motherfuckers that like children Sometimes i wish i had a knife to kill them Trying to be Jay Z Playing on a million Niggas be lying, stealing,tryna make a living Or a modest killing I think there used to be a honor system But all the real niggas done gone to prison Fake ones was mobbin with them [Hook]
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