Quik talking:
Yeah, ain't nothin' changed, y'all niggas still obvious
Yeah, it's for real though hmph
Rapping:
Now we don't wanna talk about all the people I'm supportin'
That's more important to a nigga than them diamonds you sportin'
Ain't a sell-out or a bail-out although life is a bitch
And I'm beginning to think that they don't wanna see Quik rich
Cause I'm gon' gather up my homiez & put something in they bellies
Ride around the town bumpin' that CD from R.Kelly
Gettin' at them ghetto queens if you know what I mean
Cause it ain't nothin' like some lovin' dipped in afro sheen
Break it down with two gates in that burgundy eight
Cause real riders don't three wheel they just drown on the skate
Send a care package to my homiez up in Natches
And shoot a kite 'bout how these suckas keep my Benz up in scratches
It ain't no puzzle that's to be expected
Sometimes I think they only come around it just to see if I wrecked it
I feel like hittin' the 101 leavin' town on a bike
On my way up to the Bay to clear my mind cause it's like...
Chorus (R.Kelly)
Everyday is a scuffle
Turnin' them corners to get my hustle
Every single dollar is a struggle
That's how it is comin' up in the ghetto
Yeah, ain't nothin' changed, y'all niggas still obvious
Yeah, it's for real though hmph
Rapping:
Now we don't wanna talk about all the people I'm supportin'
That's more important to a nigga than them diamonds you sportin'
Ain't a sell-out or a bail-out although life is a bitch
And I'm beginning to think that they don't wanna see Quik rich
Cause I'm gon' gather up my homiez & put something in they bellies
Ride around the town bumpin' that CD from R.Kelly
Gettin' at them ghetto queens if you know what I mean
Cause it ain't nothin' like some lovin' dipped in afro sheen
Break it down with two gates in that burgundy eight
Cause real riders don't three wheel they just drown on the skate
Send a care package to my homiez up in Natches
And shoot a kite 'bout how these suckas keep my Benz up in scratches
It ain't no puzzle that's to be expected
Sometimes I think they only come around it just to see if I wrecked it
I feel like hittin' the 101 leavin' town on a bike
On my way up to the Bay to clear my mind cause it's like...
Chorus (R.Kelly)
Everyday is a scuffle
Turnin' them corners to get my hustle
Every single dollar is a struggle
That's how it is comin' up in the ghetto
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