[Intro: Husalah]
You know what I'm sayin'?
Ay, yo man, sometimes I be feelin' crazy man
You know what I'm sayin'?
I don't know if n***as be havin' the same feelin's I be havin' man
You know what I'm sayin'?
You know, five,si..., five, six, seven in the morning man
Fresh off of 24 man
I'm just a young n***a man
You know
Look what my life done turned into
[Verse 1: Husalah]
Yo
I make music for k**as that make music
Show em' how to come ill, the art of the crack deal
It's what I mastered in my young days of hustlin', mane
f**ing b**hes, stomping snitches, clockin' riches
Burning rubber, cooking work
That was nice, Mob Figaz dropped, I was in the 10th grade, that was nice
Not quite enough for me to stop mixing white
So I kept groovin', young Felix kept moving
Next thing you know, I was 17 holding units, hella cream stackin' stupid
Hella b**hes, oral s** dummy dickless
Never f** em, just get s** take them from they n***as
On the tuck, outta state baby dumping chickens
Feel the bombshell drop of my life, damn G got murdered
This is not the life man, I'm just a young n***a man
[Chorus: Carpenters - Rainy Days And Mondays Sample]
No need to talk it out [x8]
[Verse 2: Husalah]
If your life was...
Yo, yo
If your life was like mine and you was slightly out ya' mind
Kept a cannon every time on the spot, dumb grind
Pull so many 24's your cla**mates can't see you
I'm sliced at the ball game, cla**mates can't beat me
Waste your whole young life with the dope fiend people
That crowned you king cause you had mix and you kept it lit
Ain't seen the sun in weeks, I'm on my way home
Moms on her way to work, b**hes on they way to school
Laughing at ya' boy cause my outfit is filthy, I'm stacking
Sooner or later the same b**hes will feel me, what's happenin'?
Swangin' 8's at lunch time, Zapco slappin'
Young n***a stacking, s**a busts, I'm clapping
Run towards the magnum, nah n***a choppas
Helicopters of life fly them just to revive them
So he can think he that ill and get k**ed
Tryna' test the real deal, schitzo bout his scrill
Crips won't make me feel bigger than life
Yoking in the mob shot living the life
I wish my n***a Dose a Dose survive them shots
So he can be back with his company loose, huggin' the block
We miss you
[Chorus: Carpenters - Rainy Days And Mondays Sample]
No need to talk it out [x8]
[Verse 3: Husalah]
Realest n***as in American n***a
This verse is for the current time, the bottom line is
I had to pay for all them years I was shining
2003, they caught your boy grinding
Federal case, that's outta state, 13 cakes
Best friend turned snitch, told the whole sh**
Had me on one, on the run, layin' low
I was tucked in the Rich and docked in the O'
I can't forget about my Hunter's Point era
I was running from the feds in the hottest block in America man
That's how I know I'm ill, my cousin Ray is real
I love how you kept ya' cousin safe, everyday I think about the future
My lil seed and Lil Ray
Young L, Big Rome I'm in the zone, 15 months it's nothing, I'll be right back
A real n***a stand silent, caught in the traps
The only pain still in my heart is for my n***a Freako
One love to my brother Mike fighting the murder beef, n***a
[Chorus: Carpenters - Rainy Days And Mondays Sample]
No need to talk it out [x8]