Testo Drought 8Ball

Drought

Hard from the start, I ain't never been no fuckin' lame
One of the best is goody since the first day I tested game
With my hand, ink, pen, write down what I'm thinkin'
Straight from my soul
People who get it know where I've been
Look at my life, hard times
With marijuana make hard rhymes
Everybody wanna know where I've been
I've been out here on my grind
Take a little time, get right
Feel like I'm spinning out of control
Purple in my coke make the whole world turn slow

God put me here, I'm tryin' to do my best
To hold my head up and not be conquered by the stress
Late nights, early mornings, tryin' to feed my spirit
They make it easy to write it down when you know you live it
Yea, my yesterday is turned to right now
Turn the music up and speak it from my heart loud
Loud, like yesterday is turned to right now
Turn the music up and speak it from my heart loud

God put me here, I'm tryin' to do my best
To hold my head up and not be conquered by the stress
Late nights, early mornings, tryin' to feed my spirit
They make it easy to write it down when you know you live it
Yea, my yesterday is turned to right now
Turn the music up and speak it from my heart loud
Loud, like yesterday is turned to right now
Turn the music up and speak it from my heart loud

Tippin' at my phone though, looking out fo' po-po
And my ride, thirty nine, a lot of tin fo' show
He don't fuck the haters rappers
Been caught with, they without
Niggers, they be scandalous, when streets are goin' through a drought yo

City's my city, every night the news is
Who that kill the corruption and government
And I'm supposed to be a role model to the kids
But all I'd die for, motherfucker is the truth
Yea, all I'd die for, motherfucker is the truth
All I'd die for, motherfucker is the truth

Aye, hard from the start, I ain't never been no fuckin' lame
Streets where I growed up, call them the fuckin' blame
Why I be how I be when I be so high b
Big in all my inner self
Givin' you what's inside of me
All the pain, all the joy, everything I dream about
Put the pain and the joy and everything I sing about
All good, half of the time
Half of time it ain't though
You the man, 8Ball, now it's time for prim row
Reinvention my intention it's to get your full attention
And I ain't got to hold a gun up to your head to make you listen
It's all real, nothing fabricated or made up
We real niggers, we stayed on our knees, prayed up
Cause what that evil do is get you from the inside
Kill a nigger slow like a grizzly play the French fries
Use your mind, don't be blind
Common senses take you far
And remember everything in the sky is not a star

Tippin' at my phone though, looking out fo' po-po
And my ride, thirty nine, a lot of tin fo' show
He don't fuck the haters rappers
Been caught with, they without
Niggers, they be scandalous, when streets are goin' through a drought