practice > preach

Yea i told them niggas that i be on a different way Nigga i be on the way No bro i cant pay no attention to the bullshit that they say Imma let em say till i pull up with a k To their face And sum bread in my pants yea Thatd be nyc yea Everything comes with a price yea U talkin too much imma let it slide yea How u call me brother then u step aside yea Cant be fuckin with nobody too much my mynd My blade sing symphony and it take a lyf yea I mean f*ck that violence shit its not my type No im not that guy Nigga its my tym yea but i need some tym hey So much on my mynd yea thinkin bout those times we had Money could never do that shit but i just seen it myself So much on my head i barely tell u anything I be going thru a lot behind this glass tint How would u know how i been nd feeling in this bitch I been on my own for way to fucking long i hate I been on this shit for way to long i cannot think I been crying with myself i been on this since i was kid But niggaz got responsibilities right now U gon walk thru spikes all alone now Boi u not a kid u gotta do this shit now No hand to hold but u gotta learn to fly out