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Yo living in these times of life is getting hectic
We got that minded method to survive the head trips
I wonder every day if this is how it was meant to be
Looking at society, police always eying me
Plus my girlfriend keeps trying me (where the fuck you going?)
She thinks she can buy me
To couple up the mind see
Pretty soon she's gonna be crying see
When I have to tell her about these kids on the way from these other broads
Shit's about to get uhhhh
Everybody makes mistakes
Some make more than others
A statistic like crackhead mothers
A man pop and got in the gutters
A-train pumping needles in their veins
Trying to maintain while the witch weight gain
The situation's from taking the wrong path
It'll lead you to your doom from not doing the math
Am I confused or
Yo nigga refuse to be a breakdancer
But now he's lying up dying of cancer
Doctors can't find the answer
He used to smoke mad cigarettes
Nigga get like three packs a day and straight smoke em away
Now he gotta pay run away to go out
Wasn't about the game on the sneaking the whore out
That's just the clock aids from going raw skin
She still hoin' the pastor monk's men
Lookin' all fly but you can't tell from the size of the thighs
Waiting for you is a deadly surprise
My niggas ain't listening still
Cause y'all blinded
You got your mind washed
Over dick one-sided
Am I confused or
