It's August 28, 2025, 06:58:58 AM
I ain't, I ain't, I ain't getting out of bed today9 to 5 to survive, theres gotta be a better wayWaking up early to punch in the clockHow I look, a grown man with my lunch in a boxBut my kids need socks and shoes, I'm walking throughThe office, boss yelling "Who you talkin to?"Dont you know on the streets I woulda- nevermindThe past is the past, I gotta leave it behindBut man, back on the block I was a bonafide hustlerSpot popping off until the police rushed usHandcuffed us, I thought I was goneCoulda cried, thinking I'd miss my son being bornBut I was blessed, beat the case, now I'm tryna reformBut these white folks, make it so hard to move onYou gotta, jump through hoops, anger management coupsBut the fact I'm still standing here today is proof that...[Chorus](Yesterday I) Felt the most hatedI thought I couldn't take it, they said I couldn't make it(And today I'm) Feelin' brand newI got nothin' to lose, I'm bout to make moves(Yesterday I) Felt the most hatedI thought I couldn't take it, I fought until I made it(And today I'm) Feelin' brand newI got nothin' to lose, get out my way move[Murs]On to the next, it was all about sexWhen I first met my little baby girl Anetteshee was standing at the bus stop, sucking on a lolli-popEyes collard green, lean, thicker then a pork chopStop- cause I don't eat swineBut this girl was so divine that I had to make her mineCalled her phone a few times, she thought I was funnyFell for it like a dummy, it was all for the moneyGyeah...growing up in the hoodYou would think Id understand,but I never understoodWhy she really came around, when my dough wasnt goodNow you could call it puppy love cause I got dogged outNow on all my note books I got her name crossed outBut she lost out, I just lost profit, when she left me in coldHeart broke like like my pockets and...[Chorus][Murs]You know them days you just got the bluesAll stressed and depressed from just watchin the newsNo matter what good you do it seems you always get screwedGot you caught up in your feelings now you off in the moodShake that attitude and do what you canSet a couple goals follow through with your plansTime waits for no man and tomorrows not promisedSo if shes still alive shoot a call to your mommaCause the fighting and the drama, its just not worth itNobodys perfect, ain't none of us worthlessWe all got a place, and we all got a purposeNow I'm not taking y'all to sunday serviceBut ya clap your hands as you stand up and work itLike your grandmama used to do that fan down at worshipSpread it, pop it, and wave it in my facePut your hands around your waist, let me ride to the bass like...
Geah i'm gonna checc out murs shit i never peeped his shit yet !!!!!!