Straight thug boys chat line
Mortal Man At first, I did love you But now I just wanna fuck Late nights thinkin’ of you Until I got my nut Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend Bridges burned, all across the board Destroyed, but what for?The world don’t need you, don’t let them deceive you Numbers lie too, fuck your pride too, that’s for dedication Thought money would change you, made you more complacent I fuckin’ hate you, I hope you embrace it I swear You the reason why mama and them leavin’No you ain’t shit, you say you love them, I know you don’t mean it I know you’re irresponsible, selfish, in denial, can’t help it Your trials and tribulations a burden, everyone felt it Everyone heard it, multiple shots, corners cryin’ out You was deserted, where was your antennas again? )The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires24/7, 365 days times two I was contemplatin’ gettin’ on stage just to go back to the hood, see my enemy and say…(You goat mouth mammy fucker)I was gonna kill a couple rappers but they did it to themselves Everybody’s suicidal, they don’t even need my help This shit is elementary, I’ll probably go to jail If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left Stuck a flag in my city, everybody’s screamin’ “Compton”I should probably run for Mayor when I’m done, to be honest And I put that on my Mama and my baby boo too Twenty million walkin’ out the court buildin’, woo woo! )Something’s in the water (Something’s in the water)And if I gotta brown nose for some gold Then I’d rather be a bum than a motherfuckin’ baller When you got the yams (What’s the yams? Well that’s me at these awards I guess my grandmama was warnin’ a boy She said…And once upon a time, in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga He was 5 foot something, dazed and confused Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse You can take your boy out the hood but you can’t take the hood out the homie Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey Hollywood’s nervous Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service She just want to close her eyes and sway With you, With you, With you Exercise her right to work it out It’s true, it’s true, it’s true Shout out to the birthday girls say hey, say hey Everyone deserves a night to play And she plays only when you tell her no If these walls could talk they’d tell me to swim good No boat, I float better than he would No life jacket, I’m not the God of Nazareth But your flood can be misunderstood Walls telling me they full of pain, resentment Need someone to live in them just to relieve tension Me? No more livin’ poor, meet my four-four When I see ‘em, put the per diem on the floor Now Kendrick, know they’re your co-workers But it’s gon’ take a lot for this pistol go cold turkey Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay But see I’m on the clock once that watch landin’ in LARemember steal from the rich and givin’ it back to the poor? Now I run the game got the whole world talkin’, King Kunta Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, (King) Kunta Black man taking no losses Bitch where you when I was walkin’?
You ain’t no brother, you ain’t no disciple, you ain’t no friend A friend never leave Compton for profit or leave his best friend Little brother, you promised you’d watch him before they shot him Where was your antennas, on the road, bottles and bitches You faced time the one time, that’s unforgiven You even Facetimed instead of a hospital visit Bitch you thought he would recover well Third surgery couldn’t stop the bleeding for real Then he died, God himself will say “you fuckin’ failed”You ain’t try I know your secrets nigga Mood swings is frequent nigga I know depression is restin’ on your heart for two reasons nigga I know you and a couple block boys ain’t been speakin’ nigga Y’all damn near beefin’, I seen it and you’re the reason nigga And if this bottle could talk *gulp* I cry myself to sleep Bitch everything is your fault Faults breakin’ to pieces, earthquakes on every weekend Because you shook as soon as you knew confinement was needed I know your secrets Don’t let me tell them to the world about that shit you thinkin’And that time you *gulp* I’m bout to hurl I’m fucked up, but I ain’t as fucked up as you You just can’t get right, I think your heart made of bullet proof Shoulda killed yo ass a long time ago You shoulda feeled that black revolver blast a long time ago And if those mirrors could talk it would say “you gotta go”And if I told your secrets The world’ll know money can’t stop a suicidal weakness Nigga, we gon’ be alright Nigga, we gon’ be alright We gon’ be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon’ be alright Nigga, we gon’ be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me?”Need a paradox for the pair of doc’s they tutored Like two Todd’s, L-L, you lose two times If you don’t see you beautiful in your complexion It ain’t complex to put it in context Find the air beneath the kite, that’s the context Yeah, baby, I’m conscious, ain’t no contest If you like it, I love it, all your earth tones been blessed Ain’t no stress, jigga boos wanna be I ain’t talkin’ Jay, I ain’t talkin’ Bey I’m talkin’ days we got school watchin’ movie screens And spike your self esteem The new James Bond gon’ be black as me Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black tea And it’s all beautiful to me Call your brothers magnificent, call all the sisters queens We all on the same team, blues and pirus, no colors ain’t a thing Everything black, I don’t want black (They want us to bow)I want everything black, I ain’t need black (Down to our knees)Some white, some black, I ain’t mean black (And pray to a God)I want everything black (That we don’t believe)Everything black, want all things black I don’t need black, want everything black Don’t need black, our eyes ain’t black I own black, own everything black Six in the morn’, fire in the street Burn, baby, burn, that’s all I wanna see And sometimes I get off watchin’ you die in vain It’s such a shame they may call me crazy They may say I suffer from schizophrenia or somethin’But homie, you made me Black don’t crack, my nigga I’m the biggest hypocrite of 2015Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean Been feeling this way since I was 16, came to my senses You never liked us anyway, fuck your friendship, I meant it I’m African-American, I’m African I’m black as the moon, heritage of a small village Pardon my residence Came from the bottom of mankind My hair is nappy, my dick is big, my nose is round and wide You hate me don’t you?You hate my people, your plan is to terminate my culture You’re fuckin’ evil I want you to recognize that I’m a proud monkey You vandalize my perception but can’t take style from me And this is more than confession I mean I might press the button just so you know my discretion I’m guardin’ my feelings, I know that you feel it You sabotage my community, makin’ a killin’You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga I said they treat me like a slave, cah’ me black Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain, cah’ we black And man a say they put me inna chains, cah’ we black Imagine now, big gold chains full of rocks How you no see the whip, left scars pon’ me back But now we have a big whip parked pon’ the block All them say we doomed from the start, cah’ we black Remember this, every race start from the block, jus ‘member dat I’m the biggest hypocrite of 2015Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean I mean, it’s evident that I’m irrelevant to society That’s what you’re telling me, penitentiary would only hire me Curse me till I’m dead Church me with your fake prophesizing that I’mma be just another slave in my head Institutionalized manipulation and lies Reciprocation of freedom only live in your eyes You hate me don’t you?The fact it brought me back home I know everything I know everything, know myself I know morality, spirituality, good and bad health I know fatality might haunt you I know everything, I know Compton I know street shit, I know shit that’s conscious I know everything, I know lawyers, advertisement and sponsors I know wisdom, I know bad religion, I know good karma I know everything, I know history I know the universe works mentally I know the perks of bullshit isn’t meant for me I know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes, and money I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those that’s ornery I know everything, the highs, the lows, the groupies, the junkies I know if I’m generous at heart, I don’t need recognition The way I’m rewarded, well, that’s God’s decision I know you know that line’s for Compton School District Just give it to the kids, don’t gossip about how it was distributed I know how people work I know the price of life, I’m knowin’ how much it’s worth I know what I know and I know it well not to ever forget Until I realized I didn’t know shit The day I came home I met a little boy that resembled my features Nappy afro, gap in his smile Hand me down sneakers bounced through the crowd Run a number on man and woman that crossed him Sun beamin’ on his beady beads exhausted Tossin’ footballs with his ashy black ankles Breakin’ new laws, mama passed on home trainin’He looked at me and said, “Kendrick you do know my language You just forgot because of what public schools had painted Oh, I forgot, don’t kill my vibe, that’s right, you’re famous I used to watch on Channel 5, TV was taken But never mind you’re here right now don’t you mistake it It’s just a new trip, take a glimpse at your family’s ancestor Make a new list, of everything you thought was progress And that was bullshit, I mean your life is full of turmoil Spoiled by fantasies of who you are, I feel bad for you I can attempt to enlighten you without frightenin’ you If you resist, I’ll back off quick, go catch a flight or two But if you pick destiny over rest in peace then be an advocate Tell your homies especially to come back home”I been lookin for you my whole life, an appetite For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside? So I’ma tell you like I told the last bum, crumbs and pennies I need all of mines, and I recognize This type of panhandlin’ all the time I got better judgement, I know when nigga’s hustlin’Keep in mind, when I was strugglin’, I did compromise Now I comprehend, I smell grandpa’s old medicine Reekin’ from your skin, moonshine and gin Nigga you’re babblin’, your words ain’t flatterin’, I’m imaginin’Denzel but lookin’ at O’Neal Kazaam is sad thrills, your gimmick is mediocre, the jig is up I seen you from a mile away losin’ focus And I’m insensitive, and I lack empathy He looked at me and said, “Your potential is bittersweet”I looked at him and said, “Every nickel is mines to keep”He looked at me and said, “Know the truth, it’ll set you free You’re lookin’ at the Messiah, the son of Jehovah, the higher power The choir that spoke the word, the Holy Spirit, the nerve Of Nazareth, and I’ll tell you just how much a dollar cost The price of having a spot in Heaven, embrace your loss, I am God”I wash my hands, I said my grace What more do you want from me?Tears of a clown, guess I’m not all what is meant to be Shades of grey will never change if I condone Turn this page, help me change, so right my wrongs Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin’ sun Give a fuck about your complexion, I know what the Germans done Sneak (dissin’)Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you You know I’d go the distance, you know I’m ten toes down Even if master listenin’, cover your ears, he ‘bout to mention Dark as the midnight hour, I’m bright as the mornin’ sun Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can’t run Sneak (dissin’)Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you You know I’d go the distance, you know I’m ten toes down Even if master’s listenin’, I got the world’s attention So I’mma say somethin’ that’s vital and critical for survival Of mankind, if he lyin’, color should never rival Beauty is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken By different shades of faces Then Whit told me, “A woman is woman, love the creation”It all came from God then you was my confirmation I came to where you reside And looked around to see more sights for sore eyes Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times with…Let me talk my Stu Scott, ‘scuse me on my 2Pac Keep your head up, when did you stop loving thy Color of your skin, color of your eyes That’s the real blues, baby, like you met Jay’s baby You blew me away, you think more beauty in blue, green and grey All my solemn men up north, 12 years a slave12 years of age, thinkin’ my shade too dark I love myself, I no longer need Cupid Enforcin’ my dark side like a young George Lucas Light don’t mean you smart, bein’ dark don’t make you stupid And frame of mind for them bustas, ain’t talkin’ “Woohah!