Confessions

[Intro]

Turn me up in the headphones a little

I want everybody to hear that shit

[Chorus]

This is my confession, you can take time to listen

Or turn your back on me, but this is my confession

The life of a troubled child who grew up to be a gangsta

Look at me now

[Verse 1]

How the fuck would you feel? If you had to share every meal

Every night, with your foster brothers and sisters

I think about my mom and I missed her

Nights after watching the A-Team, when I kissed her

I use to want to be Mr. T, or Murdock

Which one was it? Uhh. then I heard shots

It must be coming from 133rd block

Where them West Side Piru niggas birds pop

And the Crips ain't far away

You got Nutty Blocc, Grape Street, and the PJs

Where niggas 15 years old with beers like Freeway

And you can die over he say and she say

Like "your cousin told my brother's baby momma"

That Game done started that drama

In the projects, yeah the same ones that they said Carmelo got robbed at

But I talked to him, he said it didn't happen

Nigga you play ball, I'll be the rapper

[Interlude]

(..give a fuck about these NBA ass niggas anyway

I ain't make it, I play ball, nigga I'm jealous nigga

You don't play for the Lakers anyway punk)

[Chorus]

This is my confession, you can take time to listen

Or turn your back on me, but this is my confession

The life of a troubled child who grew up to be a gangsta

Look at me now

[Verse 2]

Sittin' inside 40/40 talkin' to JAY

Two and a half hours watchin' the Lakers and the Nicks play

He told me the same thing I heard Fif' say

Spit your heart out long as the shit pay

I was bangin' where the Bloods and the Crips stay

Dre found me and let me eat off his plate

I got full then I came back to feed my niggas

You no longer gotta bleed my niggas

Kill each other over jealousy and greed my niggas

God made it rain now water your seed my niggas

It's Black Wall Street you and me my niggas

Long as it's tatted on your skin you gon' be my niggas

Any drama you'll see my niggas b-l-double-o-d c-r-i-p my niggas

In the cemetery twice a week to see my niggas

Wishin' I could trade places and be my niggas

[Chorus]

This is my confession, you can take time to listen

Or turn your back on me, but this is my confession

The life of a troubled child who grew up to be a gangsta

Look at me now

[Verse 3]

Wanted to fuck Brandy just as I start fuckin' with Q. Richardson

Word to my jumpshot I was sportin' that new Clippers shit

Picture this, I was a gangbanger

Now I'm rappin' with Lloyd Banks, Young Buck and 50 Cent

Think about it, would these hatin' ass niggas

Be bitchin' if they knew how to load a Glock and hit a fence

Fuck no I'm from Cedar Block, nigga fuck y'all

That Michael red Milwaukee Buck dog

Y'all never wanted to be an all star

Hatin' on him cause of the red lace and All Star's

That shit foul when I'm far from Ray Allen

Stay wildin', the only young gun with jake talents

I swear to god I can't wait for September

To dismember these niggas was hittin' at Jigga's

Fuck you scared of, of 'cause you hear buzz

Or 'cause he's from Compton the reason you feel blood

I've been cryin' so long when I'm sad my tears blood

Blood tears 'cause we lost the last 10 years

I came to get it back, load the clip with Dre tracks

The only thing that could stop me is if you bring JAY back

[Chorus]

This is my confession, you can take time to listen

Or turn your back on me, but this is my confession

The life of a troubled child Who grew up to be a gangsta

Look at me now