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worse off - yavid lyrics

most of my city ain’t f*ckin with me
i dont even care about my l i f e
they pull me over ill get l i f e
ill be the crook that you want me to be
ill drive the load if they ask that of me
young girl look 40 but she 23
city went hard on her since she was a shorty
we dead end kids thats most of our story
most of my family ain’t f*ckin w me
i dont even care about my l i f e
ill x em out if they ask that of me
ill be the crook that you want me to be
they hit the lights i get l i f e
i dont even care about my l i f e
ill be the crook that you want me to be
i dont even care about my l i f e
remember when we walked through the street hand in hand and
bone he was my man and he would watch my back and
yon he held the sack and
me i held the strap and i pushed that boys sh*t back and
police popped the crime tape
we popped our cassette tape eazy e our favorite track
pac our favorite rapper and lord knows
praying for an answer i still haven’t found one yet
nope i still haven’t found one yet
now its big nose hood on the demon its been blow sniffing
text my old women they say something wrong with him
one minute she in my face the next minute im in hers
she says she like how it taste so can’t i get with her
6 b*tches in rotation i can’t make one of them happy
i can’t even make myself happy with all of my effort
one left cuz i was a wreck
one left she said i was a mess
one left cuz another other one left
the last two won’t reply to my text
one minute they in my face the next minute im in theirs
and they sisters get paranoid when i whisper
and they big nerds they think i use weird words
i say they make weird faces she given face while i hit her
hold up i got distracted that bullsh*t always happens
let me get back to the action
days are subtraction my people subtraction
most of my city ain’t f*ckin w me
i dont even care about my l i f e
they pull me over ill get l i f e
ill be the crook that you want me to be
remember when we walked through the street hand in hand and
bone he was my man and he would watch my back and
yon he held the sack and
me i held the strap and i pushed that boys sh*t back and
police popped the crime tape
cds from cassettes east 1999 our favorite rap group
big our favorite rapper “baby baby”
praying for an answer and i haven’t found one yet
and i still haven’t found one yet

- yavid lyrics

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