Bing Nation - Rolling Stone Lyrics

Gangbanger with a smile
Mama never had enough still somehow yet she made it worth while
Suge locked up again cant bail em out
So its time for me to style with my brother hand me downs
And he was always fly so im never ever proud
Known for the squabble so the homies never clowned
And when he was inside im the man of the house
Who was messing with my sister where he at point em out
And daddy come and kick it with the drum machine sounds
Nod off in the kitchen til mama tell him get out
Then they get to bickering arguing and its loud
Seem like they forgot about everything but the child huh
Wonder what it was that made them hate each other
Cant do for one child and not do for others
Looking at her weird like those aint my kids
Just some tribulations of a single mother
Hard to listen harder to pay attention
Mama said its Fun and games til you in the system
Rapping with conviction im rapping bout my convictions
After while its only in her prayers where you mentioned
I used to sell crack in my work clothes
Couldnt take the pain in my mamas eyes
I aint wanna tell her but she did know
Still she aint complain kuz the rent is high
Free stonie out the you know
Aint nobody die aint nobody die
Them crackers gave him 30 years thats another life
Fifty something coming home tell him get a job
The victim still alive man that nigga lied
Bullet to his face how he didnt die
Saw it on the news man that wasnt you
Prolly watched that video a hunnit times