Lifestyle

I wake up, in the same bed, in the same house, with the same bricks, same kicks,

My'd as well be in jail. Locked up, nothing to do nothing to see.

But no, thats not who i want to be Don't wanna be like my dad,

Which i have to see. He left me when i was three, Try to get back in to my life,

I say no, get out and go see your kids and wife, meant nothing to you at the time

Dont wanna waste my rhyme on you but who cares its mine

They say nothings ever free, you should know that most out of us 3.

Been waiting for the day till I meet a girl, as trill as me, rolls 2 out of 3 for me

Still hasn't come but come on, i'm only fifteen. Cant expect me to be up top

Even though that's where i wanna be. Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And you are you too, but i am three, i wish i could be 603, ya, till the death of me

I wanna grow up to be like, no not a hoe, like bobby schmoeee, rich as can be

Or just like eminems stalker stan and me, and no not the white van type stalker

Not even the ones who get shoved in the locker.

RIP Rico, He gone & tried to shoot a cop

Nothing new, its just that one block, raised in the city of dealers

Keep the bullshit to yourself, i just want money, under 21

Playing with my own money,

Pull out the club 5 blocks down, get into my whip and i drive around.

See some flashing lights behind me, and i come to a complete stop

I say officer please i don't wanna get shot,

She said im arrested for attempted murder,

I reach under my seat and grab my glock.

 

 

Oh my god, Jamie just shot a cop.

He on the run and dont know where to stop.

This isn't where i wanna be

He know he f**** up badly.

Nothing to do but stop and be the person he's meant to be

He in the courtroom balling his eyes out, the judge says life in prison

As he leaves he's calling his mommas name out

She said it'll be okay son, you just shouldn't have picked up that gun.

 

WHERE I DONT WANT TO BE ^