Ben Pramuk - 159 lyrics

I ain't getting no younger...I'm getting older quicker Nobody got smaller, everybody got bigger Life got sweeter, She got bitter And Every real n***a ain't no real n***a Name got larger and my ego gained some weight She said my head got bigger then I bust her in the face Money ain't a thing till you ain't got it And these b**hed don't stay fans They tryna work they options I got a girl but she ain't really my girl She say I ain't really her man but don't go f**ing no other girl She s** my dick until my stomach hurts She s** my dick until my stomach hurts More than swag rap More than b**hes and hoes More than 40 oz dank weed and trendy clothes f** all the glamor and clits the cameras and the pics the red carpet the spotlight and all that sh** f** a job I rather cook coke f** a job I rather blow trees and bad done In a room of kingpins you feel like a pon If the birds flock together do you roll with swans? To do better for the world I'd if I could, But to do better first, the world gotta do some good...real sh** And I ain't even tryna be the realest n***a but be real n***a do you know a realer n***a? They tryna box me in I gotta be a Philly n***a 100 somethin snares vocal sample that's Philly n***a These outta town n***as swear they got my city figured Maybe I should ??? just to fit this Philly image My appetite for flashing lights is never satisfied Nightmares of the bottom seem to keep me up at night This for my n***as who locked down on State Road This for my brother who in that shell just growin old The system never looked out at him just looked for him Trouble man pushin powder just to put some for em n***as on the block ??? sellin that methadone to provide for their home water runnin and lights on Make our ends meet even if it means meet in end Sometimes having no sense keeps us the (?sin?) My lamentations A king's confessions Obsessions with my profession got these n***as stressin Cursin a blessin 800