K-dub lookin above with new songs. (Chorus) I don't wanna know, how we came to be All that I've been shown, is there's only you and me Help me figure
next week not givin a fuck! What's up? Grown standin, only rap to them grown women Stay high, we'll play shy, least till I can get home wit 'em Shorty
damp than seen in jeans I'm grown up now but refuse to learn That those were just adolescent concerns I'm possibly missing something Someone should have told me
You work too hard So when you come home to me You are tired and You don't wanna talk about it You envy my drive and how I am motivated We'll go down
envy and greed Talk about ambitions but don?t want us to progress Ya talk about assistance but all we get is the stress You don't really wanna see me grow
all the lonely people [Intro: Talib Kweli *over hook*] Yeah I like to go out to clubs Las Palmas, you know Cheetahs, Envy if I wanna get grimey wit'
, Melachi Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this Yes the group home is thick
failed and my pockets were empty Everything I despised I'd probably envy Ignorant shit rappers floss that offends me Cause I wouldn't be able to attain it, it would tempt me
better off when you get home [Chorus] For you, I'd do anything just to make you happy, hear you tell me that you?re proud of me For them, I'll kill
back for me My enemies think they got me crossed they ain't knowing Ain't no love for player haters where you cowards going You paid bail got me out of jail, home
week not givin a fuck! What's up? Grown standin - only rap to them grown women (grown women) Stay high, we'll play shy, least till I can get home wittem
did he when the son don't shine Gun shots is plenty, clips is all empty Minds filled with envy, love assassin me That's why they call me Lord, your title
from reality id have to prepare cos money dont grow on no stick when its rare bein world was lookin less n less a lick plus i was growin up, life was
world of envy Days filled with emptiness Trembling in fear of facing My growing loneliness Lies now comes alive Dead dreams flows away Just fear for me
You work to hard So when you come home You tell me you are tired And you don't want to talk about it You envy my drive And how I am motivated You go
yet I'm quite grown Make ya leave your own home, have your kids callin' me Mommy While your ol' man find the time to wine me and dine me You fallin' behind
about ambitions but don't want us to progress Ya talk about assistance but all we get is the stress U don?t really wanna see me grow Hating on me choking