Wake Up With Brian
Speak Of Success.
Finish Your Breakfast.
Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
And eventually answers to the call of Autumn
All of them fallin' for the love of ballin'
Got caught with thirty rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin
Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums
Based off the way we was branded
Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon
And at the airport they check all through my bag and
Tell me that it's random
But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage
I need a happy ending and a new beginning
And a new fitted and some job opportunities that's lucrative
This the real world, homie, school finished
They done stole your dreams, you dunno' who did it
I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS
I won't be satisfied til all my niggas get it, get it?
Bet you won't give up your section 8 address nigga
Your sister dropped her mouth like it hot.
Fresh out the county jail smelling like bob barker jail soap. nigga you ain't shit, you did 2 weeks in jail on a five hundred dollar bond.... nigga please get get my dick sonic, you're a nobody to me fam.