'm not like I once used to be, and I was all that I had, which wasn't all much in the end and this head, this heart, was breaking apart by the start
suddenly, I'm not like I once used to be, and I was all that I had, which wasn't all much in the end and this head, this heart, was breaking apart by the start
she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits Why is y'all on my shit, damn, shut up bitch! Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin' Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures
it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me That?ll get me in trouble Can I be closer, stay right near me Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
want to know why I want to know why I want to know why You never minded giving us the stars Then showing us how blind and unaware of you we are You painted me a picture
nine short hair big booty Looking like the leading lady starring in a movie Fly crib, Mercedes Benz She loves niggas like me and my shady friends And when we hang out, don't count
got a bedroom What else count money and give a nigga head room So when you hear the leg boom, bitch, you better get somewhere Somebody gettin' hit somewhere But on the west start
throwback He ain't real you know dat muhammad why they sold that We stepping on these niggaz like a muthafuckin door mat When I hit the scene they take pictures
i just wanna watch her dont wanna know your name girl your like a work of art i picture in a fame (bridge) (chorus) (day26) take a picture for me
up the max you count the issue Buy The Source cover for twelve months And send other rappers over to pose And take pictures for some potato chips and
at the most, We prayin for an appeal, but it is what it is, my uncle real, my uncle aint snitchin, Thats why I got a free lou shirt with his picture,
stove until I'm dizzy Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me Now my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me About to paint a perfect picture
Mack Daddy, not your Daddy, Mack Bitch you got it criss-crossed scrap, I ain't havin' that, I can't have your back Look how you act when I had your back Picture
like a fat cat and count nothin' but g's The first mill that I make-uh, buy alot of acres, Plant all my weed, nigga what'cha need? Can you picture just
ll make ya head hurt When the hawk take the day off I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin' through
stars And we had some for what it was worth Those were good times Damn good times Those were good times Damn good times Hey, take a look at this picture