Tidbits part 1
All of those lies disturbing my mind. I'm a nigguh on a mission. I'm just tryna create a distance, from my ego and my since of self. Want to be I and I, but I need some help. Try not to turn to that liqour, but it kills off the memories quicker. I walk the path of the ronin. Emotionally, feel like I'm frozen. Once upon a time I was open, but now I'm closed off. Want pockets fatter than Rick Ross. You can get lost. Breaking hoes ankles, like criss-cross. Fuck this employee shit, tryna be boss. Scrap the fame, money's all that I need. These nigguhs can't my steeze. I'm hotter than 100 degrees. You tryna fuck with me? Please. Lift your head off that neck, drop you down to your knees. Do what I want like my first name is Donald. Ha, that shit funny as hell. Move with the pace of the snail, hope that I stay out of jail. I'm already a statistic, yet I stay realistic. As much as I can be, cos I'm only relatively real. So are you, so I never mind lifting that steel...













