40 Licks

[Verse]

Look I can give a fuck about opinions, like 'em or love 'em

I never change up, if you don't like 'em then fuck 'em

'Cause I was brought up sayin' sticks and stones

Only let you know about whoever's doin' the throwin'

Dudes is far from what they pretend to be though

I done fired a few shots and got plenty to go

So nah, if it ain't love, let's begin to be foes

'Cause now my mind kind of off, I'm like Emily Rose

When I seen my first man get murdered

I took a little strike from the game like a transit worker

I can't, won't keep pushin' packs to get paid

And be a grown ass man with no accolades

And know the truth hurts I can't fabricate

So nothing's made up, just the facts I say

My son 'bout to have a brother

It's a different father, same mother, if it ain't one thing it's another

Sometimes this rap shit seems so easy

'Til you home lookin' at that TV

Pissed you havin' a fit, changin' it from MTV

'Cause you starin' at them, thinkin' that should BE ME

The game and myself is like Jessica and Nick, 'bout to leave

The folks thought we'd never ever split

Try to work through it all that we done for each other

Both talented but one is too dumb for the other

Let it go to its boiling point

Til it felt like a long episode of Boiling Points

But all I gots this mic and this booth while I'm in it

I figure might as well tell the truth while I'm in it

Latifa said enjoy my youth while I'm in it

I told her I do but the proof's still tinted

I'm like an old man with no friends or family

Tryin' to cleanse what he got left of his sanity

It's no happy dude here

I'm mad at the world while I'm wishing y'all Happy New Year

It's only fair somebody had one

New Year's for me always be like my last one

New year, same girl, she the same soldier

Think it's all good, probably 'cause I told her

But I got some resentment, shit that I ain't over

I don't trust baby girl far as I can throw her

Rightfully or wrongly she's gettin' quick sized

I'm on the horn askin' chicks for their tit-size

Face smilin' and there's tears in the kid's eyes

Hidin' it from hoes, by talkin' about my dick size

In the hood with the best of 'em

I'm still hood, just not hood like the rest of 'em

Where's the answer

Don't ask for a cig', I'm so self-centered I won't even share this cancer

Look to the sky

Talk to an invisible man and hope one day my prayers get answered

This shit gets hard with every pull from this cig' or cigar

More like what every lick from the guitar, GOD!