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Bobbejonsun

by Tito Lopez

on Y.O.U (2013)

[Chorus]
And this one for my real niggas on the corner
Doin what they feel, doin what they wanna
Got people getting killed everyday, its on bruh
So when life gets too hard roll that marijuana
And this one's for my real niggas on the corner
Doin what they feel, doin what they wanna
Got people getting killed everyday, its on bruh
So when life gets too hard roll that marijuana


[Verse 1]
Now first of all I'm the realest since BIG was shot
And I gives a fuck if you would agree or not
I've seen the block, not tryna to go back
Authentic niggas know that
Don't take no fucking coat check to know these streets'll eat you in a moment flat, fuck the Kodak
Picture me dead in the street, my blood flowing, red on my cheek
While my assailants get away just nodding they head to the beat
Now picture them dead in a week, retaliation a must
Hood niggas kickin' up that dust, temper's short as that bus you ride on
Hold on partner, what make you think we equal though
I'm still winning, sinning, have mercy, the sequel though
John Stamos, saying gonna make you niggas famous
Leave that ass stretched out like the anus on Greg Louganis
I got em, this the moral inside em, where we at
Lyrics ain't left, but I bring depth to the bottom of the map
Got em on my crap, got em on my shit
Got em on my tap dancing, poles, these hoes stay on my toes

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Now I be living the life of nigga young blind deaf and dumb
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, commit some
Forget'n none of the shit that my homies said to me
“Man I don't wanna be here Lo, but the world dead to me
I'm shell shocked and the pill's hot, I've hit the misfortune
I jumped off the porch, and I ain't look back, my mind had been poisoned
These boys and these girls is cold killers, black and milds, cold millers
This may be Vietnam, at 21 you's a old nigga
And I drive my grandma to church every Sunday
Prayin' that one day I do that and I be backed up in fullest by Monday
Y'all don't understand, man you never was thuggin'
Matter of fact, fuck you, I'm supposed to respect you or something, I swear
You rapper niggas all the same, act like you care ‘bout our pain
But that's until you get a name then you turn your back
We never see you, I would never wanna be you
No way out with your boy, I got to be true

[Chorus] x2