[Verse 1:Jay M]
I'm feelin myself is that a bad decision
I hope not because I have good intentions
I made mistakes I learned my lessons
Usually when I get it rite I'm only guessin
To be honest, I really dont know
Am I perfect? I don't think so
I do my best to keep sh** real though
f** wit me,I'll kick yo a** like a field goal
I got ambition like Wale
Just a young n***a that like to party
Got the baddest girls callin n I dont even know why
Cuz the good girls usually want the bad guys
Why? I will never know
It usually turns those girls into hoes
Because they're boyfriends are a**holes
Then they die after an overdose
The good dudes get nothin, unless they're rich
Then, they end up f**in a dirty b**h
And they just met her
U feelin like the king & all these other b**hes Coretta
Then the broke n***as dont know what to do
Until they find success & all the fake b**hes comin through
If you broke, well, no p**y for you
That's the way of life, it's just not cool
But you know what they say, life ain't fair
Living the perfect life is just too rare
Matter of fact, it's impossible
We all make mistakes that aren't logical
Some n***as make mistakes that leave em in a hospital
Cuz for some reason, they think they're unstoppable
Then, when they f** up, they gotta perform obstacles
They had a lot of options though
But they f**ed it up
Could've been a winner but they not even a runner up
In last place, they still f**in up
And I'm thinkin "What the f**"
Some n***as would k** for just a buck
It could be a good person that's out of luck
The sh** that irk me is the k**a don't even give a f**
Then they think they tuff, but for what?
It's a difference between bein tuff & not givin a f**
That's something few n***as seem to comprehend
Fake n***as try to pretend to be your friend
But they scared to defend
Which is why you gotta seperate the fake from the real
Fake friends are the unreal
Real friends are the unfake
So f** all these dumb fakes
Do your thing, and people open doors
Just let em know that the world is yours
[Verse 2:Black Casper]
I'm feelin myself is that a bad decision
I got erudition, so f** yo opinion
My dominion is endless
Tell that to these fake a** christens
You can feel my ambition
Yes I'm a real a** christen
Just my skin color is a supposition
Why does black need yo permission
Why when I come with a simple fact
To whites and blacks
In history cla** they tell me
To put my hand back
Meaning don't ask no question
My counselor said to pa** with the bare minimum
Black, hispanic, and Mexicans
We all in the same perdicament
Holidays for blacks whose listenin'
Let's find a count to whose really CNN
Trayvon Martin got clapped by Zimmerman
So much for Union states for Americans
Damn....
World is yours