Yeah hah yeah Roc A Fella
We invite you to somethin epic y'all know?
Well we hustle out of a sense of hopelessness
Sort of a desperation
Through that desperation we 'come addicted
Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin
But we feel we have nothin to lose
so we offer you well we offer our lives right
What do you bring to the table?
While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely
my shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me
I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be
Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet
I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days
a brother gotta admire from four fiends away
My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin 'caine
til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can't lie
At the time it never bothered me, at the bar
gettin my thug>