Shit gets crazy// My eyes get heavy// Body gets lazy// The room real
hazy// Ain't trying to have no babies// So no girl should ever try to
play me// I got a couple dollars // Just to shout a holla// But my name
ain't weezy f'n baby// Sit back and listen to how the ground I walk
could never be shaky// Maybe// If I love
her// I wouldn't wanna smother// No black sister nor brother// Crawl
under my skin cause they wanna be my lover// I laugh but don't react//
To smooth to find myself pushing strollers from the back// How can I be
called a mac// I get no play cause my gear is wack// You don't get your
man back like that// Pay attention// Or can you afford it// Ni**as wanna
drive Bentleys but cant even Honda accord it// Now is the time to stop
and look// A lot of y'all I can read clear like a book// Searching for
approval// Looking real shook// And everybody wanna live in castles
claiming the crooks// Ni**as rolling 10 deep but they just singing
hooks// No I'm not a rapper // Just a realist// Don't wear a lot of
bathing ape//but I still roll with gorillas...that's real.
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