Goodfella - The Hardest Compromise (T.H.C.) lyrics

[Intro] One sheep Two sheep Like three sheep Four sheep Uh, a n***a could get no sleep Ayo, f** this sh**, look [Verse I] My cells locked, but they let the dangerous n***a in Eyes open and my appetite is paper thin Mind's roaming, lonely, if only I could dial a dime's phone with: “Sup' love, it's been a while, no façade I'm trying to see you smile You look disgruntled, we could 'cuddle,' know you'd love to” Convo got the honey's running like they hurdle laps “Oh, you heard I rap? Where you at? I got this Malbec bottle, let's relax, stuff a black” Arch her back, and that's that; got her cumming back to back Now that's hood love! Ride with me if I move music, move d** Lie with me! Vibe with me, die with me I'm Bobby, you're Whitney; I'm Martin, you're Remy Don't forget me cause I'm bout to blow like a Swisher Sweets Where's my weed? One puff and a n***a breathe Help a n***a find his peace like retreats by the beach What I see is concrete jungles heated by police Never fumble, my pursuit of happiness has to be crumbled Sour D Humble to the T but my pride is swelling melons like lions in heat I'm trying discreet, the eye liner elite Peeps eyeing my beats, underlining my feat I'm smiling from cheek to cheek ‘Less the blunt is cut throat, obsessive don't come close Withdrawals turned my soul cold; my funds low so the fun's gone I'm strung out! So my songs now is how I release my foul lung clouds From South Miami, pris never speak but keep the weed and the guns loud So I relapse, bong rips and three dabs, say dumb sh** and relax I need that; I need that subconscious I'on need wax To breed tracks so leave that but if I was free on the streets I'd be a thief, snatch the loot and rise Throw salt on the wounds of my enemies Take a swig of Hennessy; it's elementary, right? Bros before hoes, so live like Scofield But as I sought more deals with n***as that spoke Creole I'on trust a word these wretched souls spill I'm ratchet, eat p**y in p**y there's more thrill The D don't cause a heart condition, the stroke will Stale competition for breakfast some old meal (oatmeal) Dre give this demo a listen or HOV will “Come on now, you stressing about no deal? Bruh, you're in jail! Moor warning, “you won't bail the next battle alive So spit lines they won't feel and throw the match!” Mention what you wrote was whack with no metaphors and laugh Ha-ha, f** that if ever throw a match, they'll be drenched in gas With a trench coat packed with TNT, see Pride is everything to me, I'm living a deadly sin Is this the end for me? A hit of THC and I'd be dead asleep Man, a hit of THC and I'd be dead asleep Worry free, you feel me? Goodnight (That's soul) Close your eyes and just sleep tight (That's soul) I'll lie awake and watch your dream To be sure Whether all of your dream are pure My dear [Outro: C.O.] Wakey, wakey b*tch! It's been three day hunger strikes don't work for sh**!