I Didn’t Ask to Come Goodie Mob

[Verse 1: T-Mo]
Everyday somebody gets killed
What's the deal it's 1995
And a nigga wanna live the type of life that people dream
I want things, a crib, a car, while living the life of a king
I know I take for granted at times for what I got
Still hustlin' and bustlin'
Now and then I sling a rock or two to come up
A steady battle through the days
Mamma think I'm wrong because I wanna get paid
The system ain't givin' T-Mo a chance
22 on the loose and black
Trying to get this noose a little slack around my neck
They making it hard for a brother to cope
It's still illegal to smoke cess cause they can't tax
I'm ready to go up in the White House with my axe
And chop up shit until they give me my shit back

[Verse 2: Big Gipp]
Service to what, who
Damn, you got caught sought away out
The trait is getting full, calling up your pull
But pull ain't got it
I fell cold inside like
A man sleeping on pavement
Under the bridge of I-20 west
And stress on the face of the man
Cussing out the atmosphere with nobody close enough to hear
And who dat miss they fee
Cuz all they personal shit
Is sitting on the front lawn of Apple Tree
And for those who ain't got take
Before the owner shows back up with the U-haul
Police you call
But wasn't no marshall there to watch your stuff
See I stand tall to this world
Like a kid walking rapping his rhymes to himself
A book on a shelf of many
MC's seen them come and go
Style free with Cool Breeze
Til it's thick like dat fog
Stacking away my extra for a engine for tha hog
Dropping a point from the East
From a location out tha trees
360 degrees