It's For Real, Sir
• Written by BDeez
I'm contemplating the arrest, see sir
I'm contemplating the arrest, see sir
I'm contemplating the arrest, see sir
I'm contemplating this arrest, see sir
I'm not even high
Father this a life crime?
Or a love crime?
Life's a crime
Let me drop a dime
Let me tell you quick
I ain't no snitch
I wear Gucci slides
I stomp around like I'm rich
But I don't call it quits
It's the ghetto
My brain not running on those Louie Vuitton stilettos
One time when I graduated
Oh yeah Baby Phat
I felt so high I could accommodate
Wait let me contemplate
I'm contemplating my arrest, see
I'm so fun, sir
I got love for this clown
He's a fine nigga
He's uh very sweet
Supa cool
Let him breathe
Why you watching, sir
Why you looking at the beat
This flow sicka
Than the reports say
I get down with my sister
Just to take my meds
I got to contemplate this arrest
I'm contemplating the arrest, see sir
I'm contemplating the arrest, see sir
I'm contemplating the arrest, see sir
I'm contemplating this arrest, see sir
I need some time to think
And I better do it quick
I can't get busy?
I must play to win
I get the money
I get the cheese
I ain't gonna overdo it
When it comes to my self-respect
He's the one to blame
In your eyes
But not in mines
And I'm never gonna shoot it
I never shot up
No matter what you thought
This life is serious
And before I die
I'ma let you know
I'm in love
And this lover is all mine
Don't take him away
I'm contemplating the arrest, see sir
I'm contemplating the arrest, see sir
I'm contemplating the arrest, see sir
I'm contemplating this arrest, see sir
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BDeez
Member since March 5 2014