| Running away from what was worse
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| Your love is burning me down
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| My mama in a coma, I don’t know how to fucking feel
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| But what I do know is today my life fucking real
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| Holding my tears inside trying not to fucking squeal
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| Where is Jesus when I need him to grab the fucking wheel?
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| They say if it’s fate it’s fate, no ain’t nothing seal
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| Staying strong when I really want to pop a fucking pill
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| Looking at my mama just laying here
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| Fuck hospitals blood I ain’t staying here
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| Choked up, my mama all doped up
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| Make me wanna have all of my enemies scoped up
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| But my son just walked in, wanna see his grandma
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| But I can’t let him see you like this, damn ma
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| What the fuck we doing? |
| What the fuck we doing?
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| Something happen to you, my whole fucking life is ruined
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| Let the Lord take me from my fucking mama, I’mma kill myself
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| Break in heaven then it’s goin' be drama
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| I don’t never wanna know how Kanye feel
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| But right now I wouldn’t mind seeing how a K feel
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| Fuck being Game, fuck being rich
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| Anybody that ever owe me money I feel like Money Making Mitch
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| I can’t make dinner but I can make a fucking ditch
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| My pops ain’t even checked on her, you a fucking bitch
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| Headed to Compton right now I’mma see you there
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| Matter fact it’s better off, I just leave you there
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| And let you rot nigga, till you in a box nigga
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| From now on it’s thug life I’m positive I’m Pac, nigga
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| Reakin' havoc on the world for what could be
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| I’m out here, dare any nigga try to Suge me
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| Who grew up in Compton? |
| Who was born in Inglewood? |
| Me
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| Two days left on Death-row is where I should be
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| But I’m right here waiting for her to wake up
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| Like please don’t die mama, wake up |