Redro k**son - About You lyrics

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane] I used to hit the club with all the buds and always searchin' for a real b**h They always end up tellin' me they love me, but I really never feel sh** I used to pull that mask up on my face and hop out homie on the ill tip I'm livin' everyday without a penny to my name and still I feel rich I never ask for something, I was supposed to be a nothing off of dust of n***a murder, murder, k** quick Highlight "Murder k**s" Fill em with the sh** that make em sick, and b**h, I'm hard enough to deal with You fallin' like you wuss-y I never had no money, had to work to make it, either that or steal sh** And I would walk up to a motherf**er put a pistol in his face and tell 'em "n***a, this a ill whip" Now, homie, that's some real sh** I wake up everyday and wonder when a n***a'll die, I know its getting close I know a motherf**a hella young, but these little n***as packing guns, so homie you don't ever know I could walk into the liquor store to get a 40 n***as slide up on me with the Michael Jackson moonwalk Now, I don't even know if he was tryna say hello or f**ing tripping n***a, you know how the 'shrooms talk Now watch how loud the room got Now, someone tell me why this b**h is (wastin all my time?) when I was dead broke Then why a n***a had to grow up all around the bullets and the lead smoke You never know when this sh**'s done, try to cherish every minute that you're left with You should never leave with nothing cause you're daddy and, man, you never even said sh** It hurts cause you let him win, d**h win [Hook x2: Redro k**son] I tried, I tried, I tried I tried to give a f** About you, oh [Verse 2: Twisted Insane] Nobody ever really cared about me, i was treated like i wasn't there Maybe even thinking that i was nothing, just messed up in the f**ing head Everybody told me that I would never make it with this music and to go and quit Made a couple albums, never really made a thousand before "On My sh**" But I keep the brain on sick Take a hit off the bong and I'm feeling like I'm floating on a monorail Tryna put some food in the stomach of my kids from the album sales Tryna make enough before they put me in the coffin and i'm long gone You never know when you will go I mean it this could really be my last song, sad song [Hook x2: Redro k**son] I tried, I tried, I tried I tried to give a f** About you, oh [Outro: Twisted Insane] Brain! Now, I didn't choose this motherf**in' path I'm walking This path chose me I'm just walking this motherf**er trying to find out where it lead me to It's lead me all around the world I thank you I thank you for taking the time out of you life to come inside of my life And i mean it That's why when I go to these motherf**ing shows man, I be out there with the crowds I be out there with the fans, I be with these motherf**ers, man Cause I feel I am these motherf**ers, and that's real Ain't no difference between you and me homie We all the same They say you can't do it But I believe, I believe in you just like you believed in me That sh** means so much to me homies and homettes Until we meet again