This cannot We must go our separate Without you, I can do But these words I have to say
It's not I don't hear you When you scream and my name It's just that I feel you Nigga, you my space
Yeah, blacked out, up, let's go, saddle up I'm alge-ballin', dumb niggaz add it up back, back 'em up, fuck what you throwin' up All these rappers comin' out, nobody showin' up
Man, where talent at? Show me where your balance at You the king of the Well, I ain't heard none of that Just like the South say, watch your mouth say Frank hustle, Rat Pack, 'Did it My Way'
I we don't see eye to eye, you ain't never lied We should part ways 'fore somebody catch a Recognize, lost a love when my momma died Did a gang of shit, I'm surprised I'm still alive
Fishburn's yellin' wake up, up my eyes Don't them lies from them guys that you idolize Ridicule, try to downplay, try to And criticize when you on grind, so I realized
This continue We must go our ways Without you, I'll do But first these I have to say
It's not that I don't you When you and curse my name It's that I don't feel you Nigga, you my space
Go ahead, spit it out, right, get it out So I can respond, nigga, fuck you talk about Drop like a guillotine, over everythin' Seems to be the in the land of the Philistine
Mentally you still shackled up on lame shit Side by side on the bottom of a slave Came a long way from the place that I started Ever seen a man's last breath beaten out of
Hate from the inside out The shit in your heart, then spill out your mouth I'm the odd man out, it all pan out I see you tryin' to stand up but you don't out
Now that I that my path is original Prepared, scared, had to peak at my pinnacle I'm not you, but you think we identical It's pitiful, you can bang with the criminal
This continue We go our separate ways Without you, I'll do But first these I have to say
not that I don't hear you When you scream and my name just that I don't feel you Nigga, you invade my
wheels, lock it up, ammo, stock it up It's not for niggaz 'cause Bush comin' after us That's why it's time to roll, get I gotta go All my fightin' for they soul, you are not alone
Never my pearls on the swine and the ignorant on my grind, you despise and belittle it Here's a little tidbit, X rock that real like a L.A.P.D. cop, overkill shit
Hooked on a brand new high called Put you on where you just, you was out of line And I ain't got the to fuck around with the dumb shit You know young shit, the 'Hey nigga, where you from?' shit
Even the pistol in my hand, I'm a businessman grow apart, don't expect you to understand Let's ways and then pray for better days I realize somebody to die, so I came to say
This cannot We must go our separate Without you, do better But first these words I to say
not that I don't hear you When you and curse my name It's just I don't feel you Nigga, you my space
Yeah, (You my space) Yeah, stop where the fuck I'm at, yeah (Nigga, you my space)
to see where I'm at Tryin' to be I'm at all the fuckin' time, c'mon (You my space) Get a life, nigga, I got mines, (Nigga, you my space)