[Intro]
I'm fuckin' tired of this shit, man
Tired, man
I don't think I can take it much longer, man
Man, hold your head though
Only got a couple months left, man, so fuck it, man, fuck it
You got short time, though
Oh, I think that CO 'bout to come around for mail, though
Damn, I hope I got mail, man
Shit, I ain't get none last week
Man, listen, man, it's like they forgot about a brother in here
Word, man, I'm 'bout to open this shit up though, man
Who this from?
[Verse 1]
First off, I need to ask this, how you doin', Ran'?
Is it bad as all them stories and these movies, Ran'?
Probably not so, I wish you wasn't locked, though
The Picasso of street corners and potholes
Yeah, these people forgot though, now every rapper got dough
Don't be mad when I say that you shouldn't knock Joe
Huh, you put yourself in that predicament
You should've known what you was dealin' with
I'll just leave it at that, Ran', I know you'll make it back, man
I guess by now you know that I'm your number one rap fan
Damn, I don't know what else to say to you
Except I got you higher than what all these critics rated you
Until now, I never knew how much they hated you
A dumb nigga from the streets is what they labeled you
Guess they never was listenin', those was your best years
Just lettin' you know what didn't fall on deaf ears
I'm fuckin' tired of this shit, man
Tired, man
I don't think I can take it much longer, man
Man, hold your head though
Only got a couple months left, man, so fuck it, man, fuck it
You got short time, though
Oh, I think that CO 'bout to come around for mail, though
Damn, I hope I got mail, man
Shit, I ain't get none last week
Man, listen, man, it's like they forgot about a brother in here
Word, man, I'm 'bout to open this shit up though, man
Who this from?
[Verse 1]
First off, I need to ask this, how you doin', Ran'?
Is it bad as all them stories and these movies, Ran'?
Probably not so, I wish you wasn't locked, though
The Picasso of street corners and potholes
Yeah, these people forgot though, now every rapper got dough
Don't be mad when I say that you shouldn't knock Joe
Huh, you put yourself in that predicament
You should've known what you was dealin' with
I'll just leave it at that, Ran', I know you'll make it back, man
I guess by now you know that I'm your number one rap fan
Damn, I don't know what else to say to you
Except I got you higher than what all these critics rated you
Until now, I never knew how much they hated you
A dumb nigga from the streets is what they labeled you
Guess they never was listenin', those was your best years
Just lettin' you know what didn't fall on deaf ears
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