My Views Lyrics

June 28, 07 caught this case

Slim dude, 1 something with a 34 waist

I never thought life was perfect

But times got worse when I was forced to hang out at the circus

A bunch of clowns lying, couldn't bear the truth

Talking bout this and that, clown where's the proof

The circus, don't pay much, so they juggle their goods

And tell stories how they hustled in hoods

Clowns need to sit down, learn a new act

Like how to be real, then go pursue that

But clowns want to walk a tight line

Till they land in fire

These clowns can be in they right mind

But they don't understand when I flip on the clown

For talking big, when they wasn't doing shit in the town

They say elephants never forget

Well I'ma think of the circus

Next time I plan on taking a trip

Ayo, got locked when my oldest nephew turned 9

A stupid educated nigga I was doing crime

Can't eat with a dime

So I felt I had to grin

Stay busy, for my family

I never had the time

At least, that's what I made myself believe

Doing what I want, satisfying selfish needs

Long as I get money I can help my seeds

So I work, drink liquor, smoke, sell my trees

Not concerned too much for my health

Nevermind help, won't happen if I can't do it myself

Going everywhere, gun in my pants

Gun in my hands, prepared to lick shots

If you front on my man

Ride around in these pisshole slums

Weed smoke in my lungs

Got my mother worried sick about her sons

Robbing niggas all over town

Me and my homeboys

In a fiend whip with three of the chrome toys

Got the drop, give it up

You wanna make it home boy

Wrong move, shots at your dome boy

Did a lot with the hammer I packed

But the police never caught me in the act

When I finally decided to chill

They rolled up on the wheel

Lights on, "man this can't be real"

Three deep like I'm breaking the law

They found my gun

Then the police end up taking my car

Locked up in a suburb jail

They transported me downtown

Where they threw me up in a cell

The phone call to my wife was hell

Wanted to yell

Then she came and got me when they gave me a bail

Went straight to my mom's house

Feeling ashamed for being arranged

Now it's on me to explain

Only three things that bring Raym from out of his zone

Jahmirah Rayanne, Elizabeth, NaRayah Symone

Not a kid no more I'm grown

To protect my home

I felt that I had to carry the chrome

Ayo, I'm tired of these niggas

Tired of these bitches

Tired of the homicides

Tired of the snitches

Tired of being tired

And fuck it I'll admit it

I'm tired of being broken

Watching everybody get it

So… Everybody get it

Till I'm living exquisite

Benz from a Civic

Look like it's pimped by Xzibit

X did it

Just try and be the next with it

Put my soul in all of my verses, even Vets feel it

I'm up to bat, don't care who catch feelings

Drop my tracks, copycats, wanna rap different

So I switch it up

Niggas butt, quick to judge

It'll be a lie for you to say

I don't give a fuck