Wonya Love - Writer's Block lyrics

[Verse One: P-Stunna] I fear one day That I'll run out of words to say Everybody and they momma nowadays is a rapper But once they get famous what they say do not really matter But I'm still in the stage of proving myself So if I say a single line about my wealth I get crucified This is not blasphemy It's do or die I wanna see your resume Before you rock that green rag Cause every n***a that got a green flag Is approved by me If they in the streets If you see a green thug that n***a is not weak Pause I apologize if I got a little off track I guess it's the Writer's Block, or maybe the contact That I'm getting offa Clip's blunt That n***a sittin in the front Two hoes in the back Of the Lac What they doin? Listening to 2 Chainz' Crack [Hook: Eminem] Yeah, yeah I don't know what else to say I can't, I can't think of nothing I'm stumped Here we go! On your feet, stand up Everybody hands up Uh, man, I dunno man Every time I go to think of something played out to say... You already said it [Verse Two: P-Stunna] Lately I've become a changed man Got my sh** together like I got paid Stans Meanin even high cla** people respect me And the police refuse to arrest me Even though the freedom of speech End when the rich white man on the beach Get offend And I don't wanna hurt my fellow man But, can I call you that? When all you do is hate And discriminate And you brought my homie fate Walter was k**ed by the man Cause the motorcycle would not have hit that trash can If the alcohol was not portrayed In such a way Where it look so cool Man all that sh** do Is make a fool Outta you