Shawn Chrystopher - LAlien lyrics

[Verse] Sitting in this room I grew up in Conversing 'bout some shows out in Dublin sh**, you need self-esteem, a tablespoon of luck And you come where I'm from you got no chance to muthaf** it So if a n***a had to rap he had to snap and all my n***as had to trap I had the [Acura?] two door with the beats in back I couldn't put my seats back so if I had to relax A n***a had to slim down in the front, like a n***a tryna stunt I'm talking, two miles per hour down the [?] like n***as had the pump We hit the lows before the johnnies broke and [know?] we had to jump West Side we had the funk, roll it up we had the skunk You screaming shooting hoops well lace 'em up, got Jordans in my trunk Eleven patent leathers on yo mark a** Back in '05 we jumping n***as for they bus pa** My n***a Lester had the all-white EXT I seen that sh** in Usher video, that sh** so f**ing clean Confessions my n***a let it burn I made some money, lost some money n***a live and learn But now I'm back up on my grind and I ain't dropping time My momma holding out her hand so I can drop a dime My father died 'fore he taught me how to be a man Like how you leave me with these tools but you ain't leave no plan It wasn't 'til I traveled lands and finally overstand To be a man for yo fam, this ain't no Peter Pan This rap game is hit or miss and [?] And a pound of that sh** smell like a can of piss My n***a graduated from canibus to a band of bricks If I got paid for sitting shotgun I ain't saying sh**, least not to you Have the feds out here playing Clue They drug me over to my momma, she like "who is you?" See that's the code, never talk to those who [?] We sell the washer face to face my n***a friend or foe And never flap your lips to every Jim and Joe, what's the figaro Or you gon' be locked up throwing deuces n***a Bigalow West Coast 3 Stacks, no Semi-Pro, let my semi load Then explode, now [beep] now, who's the next to blow, blooyow! Really, wanna f** with me do ya? Know that I can see through ya, and bring the drama straight to ya Grandma's doorsteps, no [?] my n***a I needed four steps And since I'm hot again, these b**hes wanting more s** I swear this fame has got my head inside a vortex The seller said come back again b**h I got four checks Cash me out, cash me out, cash me out You know they all scared of n***as, that's what that movie Crash about