Lyrics
, tears for odb, drug-induced poetry, what's the use? strung-out from that drug abuse, woe is me, 80's baby, so i know my pops was gettin' high, in the 90's, me and mama barely gettin' by, 2000's i was concentratin' more on gettin' fly, gettin' bitches, gettin' rich to get the shit i couldn't buy, you know the story, you know my allegory, i was sent from heaven with a set of horns, they'd better warn y'all, i'm here for more than just to kick some witty metaphors, dawg, this more of the type of shit you spit to set a war off, 'cause niggas be poor, get money and still don't know, why the fuck they can't cop a house, the system meant to lock us out, but i'm knockin' down the door, strapped up with a four-four, robin hood shit - and yeah, i'm 'hood rich, that's good enough to stay in new kicks and a good whip, get good head from a good bitch, i give two shits, i'ma tell you straight up, straight up, straight up - aye, any chance i'ma take it, rather die before i fake it, they say life is what you make it, bitch, but i'm just tryna make it, straight up, straight up, straight up - aye, any chance i'ma take it, rather die before i fake it, they say life is what you make it, bitch, lord have mercy on my soul - what i've done and what i've seen, my life has tumbled into that which only you could intervene, i put my heart in senseless things - money, bitches and street shit, fascinated by beef, sad to say i won't be shit, grew up in this bitch without a pot to piss in, no toilet, how ironic, i took a lot of shit, like a bottom bitch, or a model chick, high off coke, they lockin' sons up for less, i don't care how y'all cope, but yet i still peddle this dope and these pills, i'll never know how sittin' comfy on that oprah seat feels, more than likely be on most wanted posters, we still, holdin' on to old dreams of bein' hova, be real, we the forgotten souls, bottom of the totem poles, left for dead, some niggas fled, people say they sold their souls, i just think they found a better way, lord knows i never pray, but sometimes i be wishin' i could levitate, i'll take it straight up, straight up, straight up - aye, any chance i'ma take it, rather die before i fake it, they say life is what you make it, bitch, but i'm just tryna make it, straight up, straight up, straight up - aye, any chance i'ma take it, rather die before i fake it, they say life is what you make it, bitch, but i'm just tryna make it, straight up
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Artist: j. cole