[Chorus KushaTarantino]
How should I invest in you what you dont invest in me
The recipe fo disaster homie is indecency
And now you're testin me
Your the next to flee
HOW SHOULD I invest in you, what you dont invest in me
Cause in my city, if uou ain't spitten the truth
You might as well rest in peace, and leave the rest to me
[KUSHA VERSE]
Now i understand that there ain't no handouts
And comin from the Gutter you'll do anything hands down
Put ya man down wit ya click; then back out
Now they yellin Man's down! When I let this track out
I can't chase..something that is less than me
All decisions made were predetermined by my destiny
If money is the issue really then you shouldn't mess w me
Tired of investing in people that cannot invest in me..
I'm sayin, really think about it..
Four years down the road and I still seriously doubt it
Will change a thang cause your vision got cloudy
Lost sight of what I've done and now you're never seen round me
-Biscuit tucked soundly and all my flows gravy
If the shoe fits wear it, and know that you made me
.maybe I'm crazy and you claim that I'm lazy
70 tracks later its safe to say I wasn't playing
[Chorus KushaTarantino]
How should I invest in you what you dont invest in me
The recipe for disaster homie.. is indecency
And now you're testin' me
You're the next to flee
HOW SHOULD I invest in you, what you dont invest in me
Cause in my city, if you ain't spitten the truth
You might as well rest in peace, and leave the rest to me
Interpreted as a bad guy, You can get chills and bad vibes
Ba** you can feel And ive "kilt" with a bag pipe
Your style is f*g-like, nerdy and half-tied
Trip on ya laces runnin for your half-life
s**a don't act right, colda than bagged ice
You the type to tell moms, and let brother and dad fight
Give you some ad-vice, so you can get mad nice
Adopt the word cadence and drop all the hand signs
Respect I demand mine, a burden to damn time
Bendin like an 808 boomin like landmines
Lyrics so damn fine, ya hear it and can't find
The answer to your question and now your plexin on damn line
I'm known to bag dimes, You're sitttin there hands tied
Behind your back stabbin always comes at a bad time
And now you are flatlined pissed off; you're THAT guy
Go dry yourself off you've been lyrically baptized
[Chorus KushaTarantino]
How should I invest in you what you dont invest in me
The recipe fo disaster homie is indecency
And now you're testin me
Your the next to flee
HOW SHOULD I invest in you, what you dont invest in me
Cause in my city, if you ain't spitten the truth
You might as well rest in peace, and leave the rest to me