You can catch him sittin knowing that he's sinning 
But knowing sinning gon give him what he's always 
missing
He starts to bill a spliff and slowing taking out the 
seeds 
Slowing calculating how to perculate them p's 
He's made a couple g's selling weed and selling e's 
And to get it selling these he certainly moves neat
He rides his moped round the whole ends from dusk till 
dawn
He's got the weed head a pills heads lighting up his 
phone
He's got a ratchet that he loves to flick open and 
close 
Hoping one day that it's gonna buss somebody clothes 
Nobody really understands him nobody knows what's in 
his heart cause it never shows yo
He's got a dead beat dad, that beats his mum real bad 
His mum sits home all day drinking and smoking fags
His mum said he aint shit probably do jail time and 
that's if he makes it to 25

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Bad boy he's a bad boy 

Catch him laying on his back getting head from cat 
listening to new rap like 50 and that 
Word for word reciting like he's the real writer 
Or shadow boxing in the mirror like a real fighter 
The reason he's hurt is now lost like a lighter 
The pain in his heart gets him drunk as mother yo
He gets another call then puts it in his balls
He passes the poster of 2pac on his bedroom wall
He don't really stop and cotch with the man dem
He said them man are waste man them man are loose 
cannons cause
They got the rebors he's got the real ting 
He got the 38 with the grip and the case to put it in
He'd kill for his kicks or his whips or his friends 
He'd kill for his dad even though he hates him
He'd kill for the reason of killing cause killings in 
And he'd kill if opportunity rings

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See his priorities are messed up, if he doesn't realise 
that then his luck'll be up 
Cause he wants to be remembered like Tony Montana 
But he's forgetting that he'll end up dead like Tony 
Montana
Life is a game and he's playing to lose he aint knowing 
the rules thinking they don't apply to him 
But its love yea and it's the love that will keep him 
Keep him filled to the brim although he's living in sin
His mind believes he's a product of the things he's 
sees 
Nobody told him he's a free as the air he breathes 
As simply as it sounds this is history he aint the 
first and he won't be the last
Cause I've seen a few going nowhere fast yea
I've seen a few going nowhere fast 
A life upraised is a life unsure always looking for 
help but expecting closed doors that why he's

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