Lyrics

I just wanna show the world That i really do this shit And I really make quality street music (know what I'm talkin bout) And It ain't no mistake that I'm this good I just done seen singing a lot (know what I'm talkin bout) We gon' show the world Definition of real shit my brother You gotta feel this lil' hustla We gon' show the world Definition of real shit my nigga You gotta feel this lil' nigga I got my own voice (blessed) Sing my own hooks (blessed) Fresh fade nice smile i got my own look (fresh) I just like to make people happy (for real) 4 kids i just like being a good daddy But i'm a gangsta and i rock shows (you ain't see my shows) A people person so you know lil boosie got hoes Damn hoes that's a figure speech Get a lotta shit like that when you listen to me This for my fans i love yall Straight up yall a part of me so when they hate They hate us Money keep a nigga going do better things Man i take it to the bank i don't make it rain But i'm fly like weezy Plus the hood niggas man they believe me like jeezy And i just like to have a good time Hit the yo smoke one and put my life in my rhymes We gon' show the world Definition of real shit my brother You gotta feel this lil' hustla (boosie bad ass) We gon' show the world Definition of real shit my nigga You gotta feel this lil' nigga (boosie bad ass) Father forgive me i was raised on some real shit So I can't sugar coat shit, not a lil bit Inside I'm sad about my dad Since I lost my Grams ain't been giving a damn But i still hold my head high And sometimes i cry But when i cry man i don't know why I feel trapped to be a superstar 100 thousand worth of jewelry to end it And i spend it no problems You don't like bad azz now that's your problem M.O.B won't give a damn if they hoes holla Love cars love broads with a passion Ain't never have shit so i'm flashy I work hard go and get it on the road Seven month run 750 out for shows get it? I'm hood rich still smokin' that good shit Still got the same hood clique straight up I told my teacher to her eyes imma make it there She ain't even look surprise gave me another F Or a fuckin D heaven you gotta see Fuck the world lately Be whatever ever you wanna be Ain't nothing like a strong mind and some confidence When ever you step out line it's consequence We all overseas we puffin' weed We'll make you niggas bleed yes and fuckin deed Seven forty seven yellin' seven forty seven On da real we gotta be a couple miles from heaven The world tryin' pull us down we ain't fuckin' let it I woulda did some of it different but i don't regret it That's one thing about me tho i never been a quitter That's? shit crazy shoutout to the hot spittas Rest in peace ma imma be on TV Young savage Sweet Jones Trill Family Imma get on the TV momma
Writer(s): Torence Hatch, Webster Gradney Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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