Artificial

Money, power, pussy... Money, power, pussy, fame, it don't mean nothing Never feel an ounce of shame, it don't mean nothing Tell me what you came before you came to this Earth Tell me who you worshipped 'fore they came with the church I don't want no artificial I don't flaunt no artificial I don't need no articial I don't, flaunt no Artificial ends, at the age to seperate the homies from the friends When shit hit the fan and show you blood from the kin And my family always kept a tool by the lamp Druggies getting started, it's party 4:00 a.m. Everybody need me now Knee-high to grasshopper, but the family always looking up the hill Put the city on my shoulders, woah Put my baby on my shoulders Now it's an event, I can't get a break from nothing I might smoke a whole eighth, then mush my whole face inside some blow (Still I can't feel nothin') You know I'm gon' hurt you for you know it 'Fore you love me you should go Tell me what you want from me Ooh, you know I'm psychic I don't like it when you try to hide the hoax 'Cause we ain't got shit in common We ain't got shit in common, tell me why the fuck you 'round me I don't want no artificial I don't flaunt no artificial I don't need no articial I don't, flaunt no (Artificial ends) I beat the Sun in the morning I make you stop what you doing and turn into an employee He be busy with the W-9 I ain't picky, I just know what I like Ain't no nigga really fuckin' with I Always got it in the back of my mind I prefer to keep them thoughts to myself Execution over explanation How can what I'm doin' help the family? And all the other shit is unrelated Ooh, okay, I like what you did there I might vanish then reappear When you cut the fugazi shit You really should be yourself I know that ain't saying much, but you don't be saying shit I spent my life turning pain into power I keep a reservation on a cloud Whole rotation knocking them down Hope gave birth to all this hype I just might leave this world tonight But for the life of me, I don't know why all these niggas around (who's you?) You not my partner, not my homie, not my bro (hell nah) Feel like you know me, yeah, I know, but, no, you don't Pastor knocked me out the church I just pray all my niggas float Higher voices take control These niggas really don't want no smoke I don't want no artificial I don't flaunt no artificial I don't need no articial I don't, flaunt no (Artificial ends) (Artificial ends) I don't want no artificial I don't flaunt no artificial I don't need no artificial I don't, flaunt no (Artificial ends) Ugh, I don't know what this bitch want Hello (Bitch don't ask me why the fuck I'm calling you) Listen, listen, Tashanda Don't worry about who that is I'm at work Yeah, my no good ass at work What you say, aw I don't do no drivin' around here I'm getting paid bitch, I'm getting paid Look, you sound like a hater You's a hater, you's a hater Ain't they paying for that pussy Damn, I can't go pick him up right now I'm at work You out there selling pussy I can't call you in the middle of a nigga fucking you And say "Go get him", and who the f- Aight I'm finna go get him I'm finna go get him Fuck out my phone Stupid ass bitch Excuse me, I'm sorry baby but, do you mind? I know you don't give a damn, bitch we ridin' Let's do it I gotta go pick up my child