Wannabe

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, mmm Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I hit the spliff once or twice to keep my mind awake I look around and shit feel like it never change I pray to God cause I know he bring the better days Moms be looking at me Pray her sons don't go astray Pops said mention him in a song I try to tell these folks, I just rap what come from the dome No premeditated I just lay my life on the lawn It's a yard sale Better shop quick before its gone Cause this that shit right right Open up your minds when I tell you we in God time If you don't feel me now, I bet you will when the time flies Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, mmm Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah we stand up high when the stakes high But don't sit down low when it gets slow It's a never ending fight if you don't know I put real life in music Mix it with that coke flow Bet you can't get enough it We in the times where my people had enough of it Back home niggas down coming up from it We take the pain and use it for ammo to comfort us But once we let that bitch fly It's gone be up to us Yeah we already know what the problem is We stuck up in our own hope But once we put the work in, the faith will show Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, mmm Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh