Are you confused ?
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose
When me and you was homies
no one informed me it was all a scheme
You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams
how could you do me like that ?
I took ya family in
I put some cash in ya pocket
made you a man again
and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place
complicated to escape
It's a fools fate
without your word
your a shell of a man
I lost respect for you nigga
we can never be friends
I know i'm runnin' through your head now
what could you do ?
If it was up to you
i'd be dead now
I let tha world know nigga you a coward
You could never be live
until you die
see tha mothafucken bitch in your eye
Type of Nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me
when ya see me nigga
ya better holla at me (holla at me)
can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me nigga
Ya better Holla at me.
BREAD TO DIE
Dear lord, dis a letter to you
A young nigga hurtin I dun no wat to do
I try to live life rite but des cowards be hatin
It's like everywer I go I run in-to satan
Im on dis earth, with a blessin an a curse
Just tinkin how we live
Da ridin hurts
Even do yu no' me,
Ever since I was birth
I'm innocent till you judge me and den cum fis
N I aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse
Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst
I knew it was wrong got ta snatchn da perse
But it was cold outside culdnt afford a shirt
Yeh I wan-na go to church
But I can't be faithful
I'm always doin shows but you no' dat I'm grateful
I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful
I dun-no how in da world I can ever repay you
Dear lord, dis a letter to you
A young nigga hurtin I dun no wat to do
I try to live life rite but des cowards be hatin
It's like everywer I go I run in-to satan
Im on dis earth, with a blessin an a curse
Just tinkin how we live
Da ridin hurts
Even do yu no' me,
Ever since I was birth
I'm innocent till you judge me and den cum fis
N I aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse
Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst
I knew it was wrong got ta snatchn da perse
But it was cold outside culdnt afford a shirt
Yeh I wan-na go to church
But I can't be faithful
I'm always doin shows but you no' dat I'm grateful
I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful
I dun-no how in da world I can ever repay you
Niggas is paranoid
trust
a no no
love is a mystery
Fuck tha po po
trust
a no no
love is a mystery
Fuck tha po po