48 Lawz - Jerico

All the shit I been through got me cryin' in the booth

If I’m lyin' then I’m flyin', man it’s just the truth

Put that on my mama, Jerry Reid is gon' succeed

Life done brought me to my knees screamin', «Father please.»

Niggas pop up tryna trip, it just don’t make no sense

All they get is higher body counts and empty clips

Patnas turn they back and put some commas on ya' head

I’m the vessel speaking fo' all of my niggas dead

Like, show me somethin' more than a 2003 Benz

& $ 4500 of a nigga trap money for one pound of weed

I’m smokin' a pound of weed that cost ya' homeboy re-up…

You feel me? lets get to poppin' for real

Y’all wanna do this shit for the culture? Put some money up

I ain’t Swizz and them niggas. I ain’t that; I got 5 kids nigga

I need my money nigga. On life

Man I try my best

But I won’t progress

If I don’t change up my circle

When I puff that cess

I hold my breath til' I’m blue

Cuz' that shit is purple

And I know I’m blessed

Yet 7 years slept on

I take that shit personal

Feelin' like B-Rabbit

But in this circuit

I know that I’m the turtle

Tryin' hard to be a star

But it ain’t hard enough

Interruptions turn to targets

I don’t give a fuck

If you in my way, just play it safe

It’s best to move

Done with discussions

I’m blowin' up like an inner-tube

Fo' a lil' bit of dough

They pull a pistol on ya'

2Pac told me that he see his death

Around the corner

My homies think I’m gettin' colder

Because I’m a loner

But I’m hot as California

Vegas, and Arizona

DJ AR

On life.