Fo' Your Sorrows
This is the dope on dope
Smoke but don't choke on, it's the shit
Clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak
Unless them toke of it's, the bomb
For those who think life is unfair
'Cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standing there
Then I'll roll one tonight
Fo' your sorrows
In my chair
As I sit back smiling from ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll blow one tonight
Fo' your sorrows
Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene
Money shot to a three movies
But everything's straight like 9:15
It's back to the time machine, I believe
Back to the rhymin', back to the stick
Back to the hi-hat, tsk-tsk kick
Slap, y'all nigga better think that was it
We everywhere
(Biatch)
Like the air you breathe
Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave
Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead
Best believe I'll change the steeds
Take the lead, change the speed
Slow it down just for the sport
Nigga, one of my favorite rappers
Happens to be Too $hort
Now everybody wanna sell dope
(Sell dope)
Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes
(Nope)
Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks
On a roll back in nineteen eighty four
(Eighty four)
For those who think life is unfair
'Cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standing there
Then I'll roll one tonight
Fo' your sorrows
Just to let you know that everything is straight
I says thank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate
Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin' with a great
Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste
Kill yourself
Like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title
My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival
Like the Bible or any other good book that you read
Why are 75% of our youth reading magazines?
'Cause they used to fantasy and that's what they do to dream
Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing
'Member when the levee scream made the folks evacua-eez
Yeah, I'm still speakin' about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean
When we shoutin' Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean
I mean it mean the rough, the tough, the dangerous, we reign supreme
Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds
B-I-G B-O-I, nigga, please
For those who think life is unfair
'Cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standing there
Then I'll roll one tonight
Fo' your sorrows
In my chair
As I sit back smiling from ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriend