2Sides (feat. ObiJuan)

I like this right here, this my type of shit This my lane man (Never crash) Aye Cino We gotta give's the real once and for all man (so sick of this shit) (F*ck you talkin' bout, F*ck) You hear me Yea, Look When I die just remember me and what I did in this life so vividly, Yea When I die look don't even cry, you gonna still feel my presence every time I fly by, Yea When I die it's gonna be celebration, Middle fingers up to everybody that hated Yea, Shit I think I need to write my will Cuz, this exactly how I feel for real, Ha Nowadays I be aware of my surroundings cause these fake niggaz will have your ass leaking like a fountain but I can't go like Mitch did in that hallway, shit be real this ain't acting this ain't broadway In the field shit get active like in broad day, Well shit you know how the Mob play And when I die don't even bury me I ain't tryna be six feet under I ain't try get carried by my brothers but I Love'em (Pardon me brother, as you stand in your Glory) As you standing in your glory now (I know you won't mind if I tell the whole story) huh Can I gonn tell my story now (Pardon me brother, as you stand in your Glory) Pardon me, Stand in your glory Now (I know you won't mind if I tell the whole story) Do you mind Let me tell my story (the smoke clears) Tha smoke clears soon as step inna room I, took a while to pop out I had to groom I Become the best me up to date I assumed I Be considered as A great at sixteen Spittin' 16's When I Was 15 Feelin' like them bars was cold enough to make history Hit tha bar and found A Gypsy, looking freakishly tipsy Gave me a glimpse of tha future as she told me she Miss Me Cause she can tell that i'm leaving and never coming back Not tryna be stuck where ain't no money at If it ain't providing Peace can't be involved wit that Never gettin sleep like an insomniac I remember riding late in tha Pontiac, bass beat tha ground like it's tryna bring a zombie back Stay relaxed imma Win ain't nothing wrong wit that I do my best but always feel like bad Karmas back So where too If every way turns A dead end And what's life if all you seem to have is dead friends Gain tha world and you ain't got no one to share wit Cherish tha moments they weigh more that's Trill Playa Shit! (Pardon me brother, as you stand in your Glory) (I know you won't mind if I tell the whole story)