[extra p] yeah.. yeah.. everythingÔÇÖs real!
Chorus: akinyele
I got all my life to live
And I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes outta state
IÔÇÖm ready to make papes outta state, man
I got all my life to live
And I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes outta state
IÔÇÖm ready to make papes outta state
[akinyele]
Ak to the nel to the le, IÔÇÖm tryin hard as hell
To pick my future before my future picks me
Twenty-one years of age, not with minimum wage
DonÔÇÖt ever seem like iÔÇÖma get paid rhymin on the stage
College, I always dreamt of tryin it; the only problem here
I donÔÇÖt seem to meet financial aid requirements
Locked writin rhymes in the crib -- when would I get out?
Seems like IÔÇÖm pushin yo a hip-hop bid
At home the vibes donÔÇÖt feel right
My parents keep lookin at me as if IÔÇÖm some type of parasite
My moms seperated from her spouse
The oldest of two kids, itÔÇÖs my job to play man of the house
That means gettin off my ass, makin immediate cash
That broke shit, save it for an orthopedic cast
I get road maps, learned the interstate
Shit IÔÇÖm headed out state to make papes; man
Chorus
[akinyele]
IÔÇÖm ready to get up on a scam trip
The i-95 outta state to make the damn loot flip!
First I need a crackhead with a credit card
So he can head uptown and purchase me a rented car
Just make sure that itÔÇÖs black
And take off the rearview mirrors cause it ainÔÇÖt no lookin back
IÔÇÖm goin one deep, in the driverÔÇÖs seat
Throwin the vegetarian book cause IÔÇÖm ready for beef
I got a three-hundred and fifty-seven, faren-degrees-heit
Of heat, better known as a burner on the street
Cool, I got the keys to the car
Accelerate on the gas, and have the rubber burn up
On the tar, IÔÇÖm out to get money real far
I hear my moms voice, {singing "iÔÇÖm wishin on a star!!"
But I got to go far ma! {sing "but I could wonder where you are!"
On the streets just deliverin, packages
So I can just relax and get some type of livin
Think that it is when it isnÔÇÖt
Easy to see a family, suffer from povery, as bein given
Man, like heck, and when I get back
IÔÇÖma rip up them welfare checks
I got a new nine to five mom, so donÔÇÖt wait up late
My jobÔÇÖs located outta state
Chorus
[akinyele]
I reached my destiny and my goal
I done flashed right past the dumb-ass highway patrol
If everything goes well IÔÇÖm in it to win it
IÔÇÖm tryin to find a hotel so I can rest up for a minute
A round of crackheads gonna show me -- neighborhood clowns
Fear me up and down cause they really donÔÇÖt know me
But all my hits, I see them scopin out the clip
They wanna get open, I can let shit rip!
Whatever is broke got to be fixed, twenty dimes and nicks
Step into my house made of bricks
My man gave me work, home on credit
You think that IÔÇÖm comin back? tch, black he can forget it
Cause I got moves to bake, no time to be fake
Bad enough gotta watch out for a snake called jake
Money nonstop, kept in the hush
At twelve oÔÇÖclock, iÔÇÖma catch, huh, the midnight bus
And watch the dough flow like water
IÔÇÖm not taco bell but hell iÔÇÖma make a run for the border
I feel odd, like a extraterrestrial left alone
A calling card number, so I could phone home
To let my people know my mission went great
On my great escape to outta state
Rest in peace to my little brother donnie boy
Rest in peace to my man rakim
Rest in peace to my man, named understanding
Rest in peace, umm, to atiba
Rest in peace to my man wilson from exena street
Rest in peace, to all my other peeps
Also rest in peace, to my man t-bone
You know I ainÔÇÖt forget you
Yeah yeah, and iÔÇÖm.. and iÔÇÖm.. and iÔÇÖm..
And iÔÇÖm.. and IÔÇÖm out!! *echoes*