Tater Head

歌詞

Hey cue that shit that the verse mixed up (See what I'm sayin'?) Gotsta hold on I been trapped for so long Gotsta hold on I been trapped for so long Gotsta hold on I been trapped for so long Gotsta hold on See, See marijuana got me copin' wit my problems And Hennessy got me hopin' I could solve em My baby mama full of drama Tryin' to scar me But unlike my old sorry ass father I tried harder My baby raised to hate her daddy Her mammy playa hate and wishin' that she had me She hate to see me on tha street And still on my feet Betta yet this bitch wish them crackers had me See everybody wantsa hustle But don't nobody wanna suffer Nobody wantsta die 'cause they all bustas And suckaz Ain't never gon have nothin' 'cause they be frontin' Gotta sacrifice Three time for every dime they be wantin' And believe me Being a thug it ain't that easy I once was a fool but see they had to free me I'm undercover man But still they ain't respectin' me Tryin' to get the best of me constantly stressin' me hook We gotta hold on (hold on) See you must be strong (so strong) Against thug happiness (gotsta hold on) You can go wrong (I been trapped for so long) For my homies in the hood (gotsta hold on) What will you do (I been trapped or so long) Which life will you choose (gotsta hold on) (I been trapped for so long) See big daddy gave her diamond rings He introduced her to the finer things Looked out started buyin' her things Minor things for the small change And had her off the chain And it's a awful thang She ain't even cost a thang Even though I'm thugged out She loved how I did wrong for so long And still got by See thug money got blood on it Plus it leave residue Boy I'm tellin' you I put mo bread on it I lost a homie in the struggle right And just the other night Somebody tried to take my dog's life Attempted homicide They outside and ain't gon let em ride Don't wanna talk And ain't gon let em slide They want war instead They want more for dead Rather die open fire or do life for theirs Take a life instead Kill his wife in bed Ten times to tha head what tha shooter said? hook See I thinkin' 'bout when I was younger I had to hustle in the summer No time for cryin' had to help my mama Any time and any weather Whatever's clever And hardly ever never Had to step and get my shit together I left my homies in tha pen and reason being See every man got his own sin But I'm a always remember ya'll 'cause after all ya'll still my dogs And when ya jump we can still ball My nigga Ronnie, Lil Willie and Fat Fred Big Black, my dog Sparky and Lil Ed It be times like this I sit around like this Cryin' 'bout this Thinkin' why my clique Gotta go and die like this No duckin' No fearin' nothin' Hearin' nothin' stayin' rich but buggin' We call that thuggin' But don't be thuggin' for nothin' own somethin' Do or ya kids and ya mama Save the drama Young nigga hold on hook Na it ain't no time or no suicidal shit nigga While you still thinkin' you a thug You might as well go head and suffer 'cause that's what we doin' That's what it's about I ya forgot