(Clip from Juice) Verse 1 Forget the world and my baby mother too (ouu) Wanting me to cop her this and that she a gold digger Gold on my neck and wrist I could go to school but i'd rather be a dope dealer making six figures Trapped in the ghetto, ghetto envious of me Clique full of k**ers shooters robberies and B&E's (Clip from convenience store robbery in "Juice") And why would i want to be faithful Unless we talkin' bout pesos Love of money got me loving me Tryna get the honey but these honeys be bugging me Luckily with the luxury of what my eyes can see Puffing weed I don't want to die without being free cause I'm Hook A stereotype Im a rapper thats a stereotype When you look at me you see a k**er (k**er) But thats a stereotype right? Stereoooo type Young and black with a baby daughter on the way And she half white That's a night light Verse 2 With the feeling of feeling alone Never seen a good relationship So that feeling is gone All i see is dope dealers on the corner driving benz's
As i write these sentences my n***as getting sentenced Seek repentance on these n***as (wooo) Hand me downs were the reason pants were sagging Shots out the window sh** we waving white flags Croocked cops is trine k** us We k**ing at will its written in steele that we die at eighteen so we writing our wills young Hope it was a thing of the past like william hung Slaved and whipped in chains Now we slave for whips and chains Pray to do a buck...sh** before we get slain I bet you'd do the same if you was playing our game Peace is whats in store so of course i would stock Jaiden Jacobs last hope for a good cop Damn right i like the life i live cause i went from negative to position f** a stereotype f** a stereotype I ain't a stereotype f** a stereotype Cousin sold ba** I tried to stay out of treble Dreams of getting hit up in my hi hat time lapse This is just a preview I want balance hit up D to EQ sh**