The Roots

When they chronicle my whole life That nonfiction bout fucking bitches and flights How he wrote scriptures will capture pictures all night How he'd get paid then hit the stage them lights was bright, ay How he fought daily with Regina Couldn't wash away the past if he took it to a cleaner All her fuck boy exes Seagrams and court subpoenas Still he love her though he love her He really wish he could see her Yeah that's prob'ly what they gon' say If they knew me or knew the way I was raised In that hoopty I never would get no praise Got arrested adding stress to your already restless ways Now I got exes of my own You tried to warn me how crazy these bitches get when you grown Or maybe I just did them wrong Fuck I'm talking bout you'd slap me say money go get you some, uh! Cause I was raised up by a G Received my teachings from the queen From getting caught with hella Ps Hope you proud of me bout take my third trip back overseas Yeah you know that's just how we do mama Bought you this Gucci ring to show just how we move on em Next it's that mazi thang Italy for the holidays Smashing through bari roley chain Bet my bitch body bang Ay, bet my bitch body bang Bet my fratelli my rellies pull up with all they cream Man this shit is not a game Genesis 29:20 Everybody guessing how I'mma act with money Repairing my damage Take the bandage off my mummy Know at all's know nothing know at all's don't study Now you got your information homie how could you hate So much shit on my plate I'm gaining studio weight I'm seeing life like a slide show ungrateful I took a trip to Paris didn't even see the Eiffel I ain't playing games bust a move If I'm too busy for the Louvre I'm too busy for you Cause dog in the hood all we got is fast food But still got the means to smoke and cop brews Please mind your manners my crew can get rude Gotta make deals pay bills and pay dues My only view of college was watching a different world your view of me is Smoking and drinking and sniffing Searching for a David a Ruffin a different pearl Oh my god I prayed to that I can't believe I really got away with that If I died then I'd probably be okay wit that Make a trade LA can get the Raiders back Know your worth I'm smooth like butter in church Oh my god oh my god yeah I prayed to that I can't believe I really got away Take a trip with the mad man Standing on the pier, bottle in hand Nigga screaming I be pouring My emotion in this ocean Hope Calypso keep a secret If she don't I swear I'm done If she talked about the times She seen me cry about to jump Like the time 2005 auntie found my uncle slumped Always said I'd be just like him Now I guess we'll never know So I had to be the rose in concrete Gotta fight to grow See Pressure builds diamonds And evene busts pipes Lotta of nigga Cop diamonds off of stuffing them pipes But Who am I to judge I'm a hustler With some vices LAPD killing niggas Fuck I'm scared of Isis Immigrated mama And a shadow for a pops Ain't no sparring on my side Nigga better learn to box No time to whine Never drink it out the box Now it's only fine wine Cause we made it to the top --- The Roots - Warm Brew