[00:10.72]Tears for ODB, drug-induced poetry
[00:15.38]What's the use? Strung-out from that drug abuse, woe is me
[00:18.57]80's baby, so I know my pops was gettin' high
[00:21.54]In the 90's, me and mama barely gettin' by
[00:24.65]2000's I was concentratin' more on gettin' fly
[00:27.60]Gettin' bıtches, gettin' rich to get the shıt I couldn't buy
[00:30.71]You know the story, you know my allegory
[00:33.38]I was sent from Heaven with a set of horns, they'd better warn y'all
[00:36.72]I'm here for more than just to kick some witty metaphors, dawg
[00:39.58]This more of the type of shıt you spit to set a war off
[00:42.72]'Cause nıggas be poor, get money and still don't know
[00:45.47]Why the fucc they can't cop a house, the system meant to lock us out
[00:48.82]But I'm knockin' down the door, strapped up with a four-four
[00:51.82]Robin Hood, shıt and yeah, I'm 'hood rich
[00:55.05]That's good enough to stay in new kicks and a good whip
[00:57.93]Get good head from a good bıtch, I give two shıts, I'mma tell you straight up
[01:01.51]Straight up
[01:05.06]Straight up, aye, any chance I'mma take it
[01:08.43]Rather die before I fake it
[01:09.87]They say life is what you make it, bıtch, but I'm just tryna make it
[01:12.95]Straight up
[01:14.56]Straight up
[01:18.14]Straight up, aye, any chance I'mma take it
[01:20.76]Rather die before I fake it
[01:22.09]They say life is what you make it, bıtch
[01:24.23]Lord have mercy on my soul, what I've done and what I've seen
[01:28.32]My life has tumbled into that which only you could intervene
[01:31.27]I put my heart in senseless things: money, bıtches and street shıt
[01:34.64]Fascinated by beef, sad to say I won't be shıt
[01:37.72]Grew up in this bıtch without a pot to piss in, no toilet
[01:41.15]How ironic, I took a lot of shıt, like a bottom bıtch
[01:44.41]Or a model chick, high off coke
[01:46.53]They lockin' sons up for less, I don't care how y'all cope
[01:49.54]But yet I still peddle this dopǝ and these pills
[01:52.54]I'll never know how sittin' comfy on that Oprah seat feels
[01:55.68]More than likely be on Most Wanted posters, we still
[01:58.81]Holdin' on to old dreams of bein' Hova, be real
[02:01.84]We the forgotten souls, bottom of the totem poles
[02:04.97]Left for dead, some nıggas fled, people said they sold their souls
[02:08.09]I just think they found a better way, Lord knows I never pray
[02:11.40]But sometimes I be wishin' I could levitate, I'll take it straight up
[02:15.32]Straight up
[02:18.46]Straight up, aye, any chance I'mma take it
[02:21.85]Rather die before I fake it
[02:23.17]They say life is what you make it, bıtch, but I'm just tryna make it
[02:26.34]Straight up
[02:27.98]Straight up
[02:30.98]Straight up, aye, any chance I'mma take it
[02:34.15]Rather die before I fake it
[02:35.52]They say life is what you make it, bıtch, but I'm just tryna make it
[02:38.84]Straight up
[02:52.84]

Tears for ODB, drug-induced poetry
What's the use? Strung-out from that drug abuse, woe is me
80's baby, so I know my pops was gettin' high
In the 90's, me and mama barely gettin' by
2000's I was concentratin' more on gettin' fly
Gettin' bıtches, gettin' rich to get the shıt I couldn't buy
You know the story, you know my allegory
I was sent from Heaven with a set of horns, they'd better warn y'all
I'm here for more than just to kick some witty metaphors, dawg
This more of the type of shıt you spit to set a war off
'Cause nıggas be poor, get money and still don't know
Why the fucc they can't cop a house, the system meant to lock us out
But I'm knockin' down the door, strapped up with a four-four
Robin Hood, shıt and yeah, I'm 'hood rich
That's good enough to stay in new kicks and a good whip
Get good head from a good bıtch, I give two shıts, I'mma tell you straight up
Straight up
Straight up, aye, any chance I'mma take it
Rather die before I fake it
They say life is what you make it, bıtch, but I'm just tryna make it
Straight up
Straight up
Straight up, aye, any chance I'mma take it
Rather die before I fake it
They say life is what you make it, bıtch
Lord have mercy on my soul, what I've done and what I've seen
My life has tumbled into that which only you could intervene
I put my heart in senseless things: money, bıtches and street shıt
Fascinated by beef, sad to say I won't be shıt
Grew up in this bıtch without a pot to piss in, no toilet
How ironic, I took a lot of shıt, like a bottom bıtch
Or a model chick, high off coke
They lockin' sons up for less, I don't care how y'all cope
But yet I still peddle this dopǝ and these pills
I'll never know how sittin' comfy on that Oprah seat feels
More than likely be on Most Wanted posters, we still
Holdin' on to old dreams of bein' Hova, be real
We the forgotten souls, bottom of the totem poles
Left for dead, some nıggas fled, people said they sold their souls
I just think they found a better way, Lord knows I never pray
But sometimes I be wishin' I could levitate, I'll take it straight up
Straight up
Straight up, aye, any chance I'mma take it
Rather die before I fake it
They say life is what you make it, bıtch, but I'm just tryna make it
Straight up
Straight up
Straight up, aye, any chance I'mma take it
Rather die before I fake it
They say life is what you make it, bıtch, but I'm just tryna make it
Straight up