95

[Intro] I'm dark skinned so please don't take me lightly Stogie in my hand, begging, "Please light me" Again, don't this feel like '96 or '95? It was in his hand with this dude, while I drive [Verse 1] Pass out in the sheets with a freak, should I creep with her? I'm too tired, we don't fuck, I just sleep with her And baby momma's still pasty She found the rubbers in my dresser (God bless her) Third trimester I don't really wanna stress her So daddy will deny her, orgasms I supply 'em To the women that inspired all the rhymes I wrote And kill millions of civilians with the nines I tote I'm just young, dumb and ignorant I couldn't go to college so I settled to be a nigga then paper chasing I wonder if the government formulating This chemistry that got 'em rich niggas paper racist It seems that I'm a goner, so I escape aromas Of that hate with weed and marijuana And conforming is what I'm living with Cause you die if you different, and now I'm smoking [Outro] And don't this feel like '95 nigga...