CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Forty’s nigga
I told her, ?I got the chips if you got the dip.?
She said when I dip, that I better be equipped
And keep my hand on her hips?
You ain?t a gangsta, you a b*t*h with a beat
Flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin?
I should mind The People?s Court, snatch the mic from Doug Llewellyn
N***a this is personal, you can?t get no whiff of this
I rolled this sh*t myself and Imma smoke it til the end of it
Some people learn from mistakes and don?t repeat them
Others try to block the memories and just delete them
But I keep ?em as a reminder they?re not killing me
And I thank God for teaching me humility
Son, remember when you fight to be free
To see things how they are and not how you like em to be
Cause even when the world is falling on top of me
Pessimism is an emotion, not a philosophy
Knowing what?s wrong doesn?t imply that you right
And it?s another when you suffer to apply it in life
But I?m no rookie?
And I?m never gonna make the same mistake twice, pu**y
When I die, bury me b*** naked and face down in the gra**
So I can f**k the world while y?all kiss my a**
Dyin? ain?t the sh*t, but it?s pleasant
There are few things that?s forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
We got hookers with heaters that?ll stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas
I had to travel light speed to dodge that black cloud
Rainin? on my parade
Sun shinin? but there ain?t enough shade
She said when I dip, that I better be equipped
And keep my hand on her hips?
You ain?t a gangsta, you a b*t*h with a beat
Flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin?
I should mind The People?s Court, snatch the mic from Doug Llewellyn
N***a this is personal, you can?t get no whiff of this
I rolled this sh*t myself and Imma smoke it til the end of it
Some people learn from mistakes and don?t repeat them
Others try to block the memories and just delete them
But I keep ?em as a reminder they?re not killing me
And I thank God for teaching me humility
Son, remember when you fight to be free
To see things how they are and not how you like em to be
Cause even when the world is falling on top of me
Pessimism is an emotion, not a philosophy
Knowing what?s wrong doesn?t imply that you right
And it?s another when you suffer to apply it in life
But I?m no rookie?
And I?m never gonna make the same mistake twice, pu**y
When I die, bury me b*** naked and face down in the gra**
So I can f**k the world while y?all kiss my a**
Dyin? ain?t the sh*t, but it?s pleasant
There are few things that?s forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
We got hookers with heaters that?ll stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas
I had to travel light speed to dodge that black cloud
Rainin? on my parade
Sun shinin? but there ain?t enough shade
