We smashing,
Thousand be the head of the class n
Rollin thru ya party with the stereo blastin we creepin
Its bin seven since last weekend,
Everybody in the club freekin
And in the corner, I can see ya standin there,
Black jacket n long hair weve been exchanging stares,
n I know ya, n whatcha thinkin yeah right,
Wearin ya clothes air-tight at the club every night n,
Dontcha know that brothers dont like the girls,
That be into the guys that be tellin them lies n listen here hun,
Lifes more than this,
Ya tryin to tell me thatcha never get bored of this?,
Yo, check this who you eyein up for ya set list,
Frontin with ya fake gold necklace,
Not respected, n yet ya wonderin why,
Seen the gleam in ya eyes, as soon as ya spotted them dolla signs $,
Girl whats next? who you hittin up for the rolex?
Brothers need to clear their specs,
Boy ya gettin gamed on, thinkin she loves you n all that,
Need to get it all back, move on n step off that,
Shes the wrong type, but same goes for females,
Cuz guys be spittin lies, not telling the details,
In the fine print, baby girl, dont sweat it,
Cuz one of these days youll regret it,
And yo, the moral of the story is,
Dogs and cats are notorious, for gettin funny around cash money,
So lesson learned, n ya playin with fire get burned,
Respect yourself, peace, kid hope ya learned
You think ya somethin more ya so supafly,
To the fact youre blind, youre so empty inside,
Its hard for me to get this thru to you,
To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby,
Well its the Sundance Kid,
Yo the rap villain, man for real and,
Peeps catchin feelins of the lyrical caps that Im peeling,
Makin noise yall, me n my krutch boys yall, stand tall,
Cuz yo we aint never gonna fall, man forget that,
Yo, well keep constantly comin right back,
Like CHRIST when he rose on the third
Strikin ya nerves take ya down, down, like Titanic to icebergs,
If ya messin with a girl for her curves,
And yo, ya might be, you think ya somethin high and mighty,
Might be that you be frontin,
Most likely, no doubt, money be singin the same song,
Respect yourself hun, its the 34th Psalm
And sometimes I feel, so unbreakable, Im so forsakeable,
Im shattered,
And things arent as they seem,
Theyre so in between, theyre so make believe,
That its un-real,
And wake me up when things are better,
Cuz I cant take much more of this and take these rags,
But leave my comfortable sweater,
And leave me alone, then leave me alone, alone, alone, a-lone
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