My Nigga, My Nature

First Verse (Tim Smooth):<br><br>I was brought up around repeat felons<br>Niggas who keep sellin` they dope<br>In your hood, no matter what the priest tell `em<br>Reached eleven and then turned buck<br>Go to school and don`t learn FUCK!<br>They only in there to earn bucks<br>And me, I`m that homie though, Mr. Romeo<br>Slick talkin` dicksman I`m hawkin` straight through a pony hoe<br>Over the years we become one<br>Cuz where I come from<br>Roll with the rollers or you get done young<br>One of our goals is never get caught short<br>All of us gettin` swole with hustles of some sort<br>My hustle is hoes, but my niggas are servin` fiends<br>Some of them murdering<br>None of them Burger Kings<br>Seems the dream of clean green done got ghost<br>I`m gonna rock a crowd while my niggas rock dope<br>And I hope, I never get smoked cuz of somebody in my crew<br>But if I do, I do<br><br>Chorus (Apple & Taco):<br><br>I...<br>Miss my niggas, them my niggas<br>I don`t know why, but it be`s that way<br><br>(2x)<br><br>Second Verse (Tim Smooth):<br><br>Lately I be so loaded, I don`t go around my Mama<br>Mind my brother with brains who can`t stay away from drama<br>Time and time again I go to God askin` him to watch me<br>Stop me from bein` so cold or take my soul if somebody pop me<br>I`m not lookin` for trouble, I`m lookin` for love<br>Only find it in spots where they be, cookin` the drugs<br>And puttin` the bud in the air like chain smokers<br>Cuz it maintain focus enough to bust range rovers<br>Came close to death more times than Bugs Bunny<br>Barely spun, but, done slung a ton of drug money<br>I was bummy, now I`m in the crib of lavishness<br>My FIST full of green, my jeans is full of parenting<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[One minute, thirty seconds of talking from a live phone call]<br><br>Chorus (.5x)