I cant hold on to these memories
Look what they've done to me
I painted a picture full of swishers
Just to ease the pain
With Half naked women who glistening and want the same
Yeah me my niggas. we chasing dollars for the price fame
But what do you really make of it
When you waking up this
To the same ol things
Letting days go by
For the sake of time
We rely on sin
Wheres a friend at
When the light starts to go dim
And You surrounded by darkness
See the Devil in his finest hour
Oooohhhhh, This could be you
Oooohhhhh, This could be you
Oooohhhhh, This could be you
Oooohhhhh, This could be you
I give for a little
Take for the ghetto
Pour up smoke up
For my niggas in the kennel
The all through a nigga temples
They say that life was to supposed to be simple
White man giggle black man sizzle
White woman look pink pussy ripples
Black woman thoughts
Bitch quit looking
Keep it pushing
Hey what's cooking
The ozone is so gone yes
As the government double tax on checks
So We double up on what we got left
Just so that we see progress, quit with the nonsense
Two blunts, patron relieve my stress
Just let me confess one more time
Long as I've been living
They ain't never ever do us right
Oooohhhhh, This could be you
Oooohhhhh, This could be you
Oooohhhhh, This could be you
Oooohhhhh, This could be you
I say
Money don't look real anymore
My people saving for hope
Until they can rest their soul
Reap what you sow
Talk what you know
Lead with a goal
Life never felt so identical
Young man sleeping the beautiful queen
Claim she grown but act 16, just be real wit me
Life a bitch, Karma be just so serpentine
On uncertain things that can only bring sadness.
We counteract this madness
With fifths and blunt ashes
Addicted to our passions
Now contemplate on here and after
Continued with the laughter
Talk down by these pastors
Dreamin up in the Raptures
Looking out to my pasture
Keep ya head up or I'll pass ya
Oooohhhhh, This could be you
Oooohhhhh, This could be you
Oooohhhhh, This could be you
Oooohhhhh, This could be you