[Produced by Thomas Foolery]
[Intro / Outro]
In the real world, these just people with ideas
[Verse 1]
That sh** cray, that sh** dead
That sh** fake, blast a kid
Ca**ius Clay at his head
Atta boy, atta kid
I'ma need a napkin, cook 'em up
And he gon' need a Aspirin, hook him up
n***as was busy scrappin', put 'em up
I was too busy rapping, good as f**
n***as don't act like grown ups when n***as don't get to grow up
n***as don't wanna throw hands that's what made me wanna throw up
But these young gunners ain't nothin' but young stunners
n***as see you as come ups so n***as just wanna run up
n***as asking what up, I said on my soul I'm a hundred
My n***as stay in the low end the others stay in the hundreds
My daddy told me to hands 'em, my momma told me to love 'em
My neighbors told me they hunting I hope I make it through summer
They stole one of my n***as I should have seen that one coming
My priest told me its angels my n***as told me its nothing
I'm thinking about my n***a he thinking before he die
I'm going to war with fate and I'm going to war with God
I'm burning up all the papers cuz all the reporters lied
I call him my lil homie he brought him a .45
Brown boys are dying, and none of ‘em were for business
And all of em' love they mommas, and all of they mommas miss 'em
And this sh** is just stupid, this sh** is f**ing senseless
The news shouldn't support it, this sh** is getting expensive
[Bridge] x2
I don't know why I sleep with my eyes wide
Hoping that I find you
[Monty Python sample]
And now for something completely different
[Outro]
I don't know why I sleep with my eyes wide
Hoping that I find you
And hoping that I find you
I been hoping that I find you
(I'm missing you) x5