I'm ridin' high on the freeway late at night

I got some trouble on my mind 'cause my shit ain't right

I'm comin' short on the real money, a nigga broke

I need a fifth of Remmie Martin and some weed to smoke

It ain't no joke when you're comin' from the town I'm from

Most nigs be dead before 21

I'm tryin' hard just to maintain, I fry my brain

Nigga losin' his mind, slowly goin' insane

And niggaz think I got it all, I was born to ball

Eyes bloodshot red from that alcohol

I watched the rise and the fall of all my homies who ball

My dogs brains blew out blood stained the wall

Suckas wish I was dead, didn't live to tell

The way a hot slug feel, and fried skin smell

Niggaz want me dead out here playa hatin'

'Cause they bitches wanna molest, they masturbatin'

I can't help, that's the way it is, handle yo buisness

And make sure you ain't no eye witness

Keep your eyes on your money boy, at all times

Most people don't know you gotta take it slow in the sunshine



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Another day, another way

Sometimes you gotta take it in

Slow motion, in slow motion



Gotta take it slow, can't go to fast

If I blast for cash, might not see the green grass

At last, make it all green like mash

Take your cash, then I dash, picture this with the flash

Robotic, economic, knowin' nothin' but ebonics

Still hooked on chronic, plus I'm black like Onyx

Can you see me with a telescope

Or do you need the dopeman to tell you that it's dope

I hope you know the difference between

Life or death and bein' woke from a dream

So many schemes it's hard to see between the seems

When the system redeems, bustin' infrared beams

From here to New Orleans ple