[Chorus 1: Twisted Insane & Z]
Nobody ever looked at me like I was something special
Like I was something special
But maybe I can rally off this dollar bill and blunt roll (blunt roll)
Nobody ever looked at me like I was something special
Like I was something special
But maybe I can rally off this dollar bill and blunt roll (blunt roll)
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
I wasn't 'posed to make it, I was naked with no pistol, freezing like I had no jacket in December
Remember
When I ain't have no money for no weed
I'd be happy if I ran into a homie with a pinner
Nobody ever looked at me like I was something special
Cause I didn't give no shit about no diamond or no bezel brain
Like these other niggas up in the club
Drinking a bottle and looking for love
I wanna fuck and people claim I am the devil
No food in my stomach only good enough for crumbs
I always thought that I would live my life up in the slums
You one of the ones
Nobody wanna get too close to, I'm a bum
Now I look up in the mirror think about what I've become
Never dead until I say I'm dead
Until someone take a gun and try to cock it back and make me run
There's no more faking son
I'd rather cook up in the baking sun, so why you playing dumb
I tried to make a future for my kids, I hope you're making one
I wish I had a pot to piss in
I was always wishing that one day I'll make a way and get away from all this shit
Nowadays these people tell me how much that they give a fuck 'bout how it's happening
I pass, you didn't give two shits
I'm the same person that you used to see up at the park
The same person that you used to see under the bridge
The same person that you used to see up on the intersections
Telling with a slang, asking money for my kids to chill
Nobody ever looked at me like I was something special
Like I was something special
But maybe I can rally off this dollar bill and blunt roll (blunt roll)
Nobody ever looked at me like I was something special
Like I was something special
But maybe I can rally off this dollar bill and blunt roll (blunt roll)
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
I wasn't 'posed to make it, I was naked with no pistol, freezing like I had no jacket in December
Remember
When I ain't have no money for no weed
I'd be happy if I ran into a homie with a pinner
Nobody ever looked at me like I was something special
Cause I didn't give no shit about no diamond or no bezel brain
Like these other niggas up in the club
Drinking a bottle and looking for love
I wanna fuck and people claim I am the devil
No food in my stomach only good enough for crumbs
I always thought that I would live my life up in the slums
You one of the ones
Nobody wanna get too close to, I'm a bum
Now I look up in the mirror think about what I've become
Never dead until I say I'm dead
Until someone take a gun and try to cock it back and make me run
There's no more faking son
I'd rather cook up in the baking sun, so why you playing dumb
I tried to make a future for my kids, I hope you're making one
I wish I had a pot to piss in
I was always wishing that one day I'll make a way and get away from all this shit
Nowadays these people tell me how much that they give a fuck 'bout how it's happening
I pass, you didn't give two shits
I'm the same person that you used to see up at the park
The same person that you used to see under the bridge
The same person that you used to see up on the intersections
Telling with a slang, asking money for my kids to chill
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