Eightball (8Ball)

Eightball (8Ball) - Nobody But Me lyrics

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I can only aim to be  M J G
 If thangs seem strange to me  they can't be the same with me
 You know it's lame to be  somethin that you know is a lie
 Hoes want a nigga to try to be somethin that he ain't
 right before your eyes  livin his life in a fuckin disguise
 Follow the pack  and wind up dead last (Go on)
 Real dummy with your scared ass
 In the future, ain't nobody gonna listen to you
 (Why) Cause you do whatever to please the crew
 It's easy to - Kiss ass for your wealth, Or get cash for yourself
 I think I'll go with the green, Cause asses I do not clean
 As bad as the shit might seem, I got a get-right team
 Nigga, sensing myself and I, it ain't ever let a day go by
 Without reality checks, fuck my salary check,
 that ain't the reason why I want respect, but you ain't finna
 distress
 I gotta keep a level head, fuck what a devil said
 I'm stayin me, M-J fuckin G - Put your trust in me..

 Chorus: I can't be nobody but me, and that's all I can be
 I can't be who you want me to be, cause nigga, that ain't me
 (repeat x 4)

 Eight: 100 ways to die, and I done survived 99
 99 lives lost and one of them could've been mine
 Blind with my eyes open, seein what is killin me
 Feelin what is killin me, but wantin more constantly
 Runnin from temptation, but I'm much to slow to get away
 Gang, shootin niggas and bitches fuckin with me everyday
 Man if I was lame and couldn't see em from a mile away
 Smile on their mug, and in their minds, nothin but jealousy
 Why should I get caught up in that bullshit not concernin me
 Yeah, I run with Suave and we gone ride til infinity
 Lord if I was lyin, strike me right here as I'm speakin this
 Separate the strong from the cowardly and the weak at this

 (repeat chorus x 4)

 Eight: I see him everyday, point shaven and cravin
 for the money that I be savin, and the moves that I be makin
 Breakin rules, tryin not to be one of them broke fools
 robbin niggas comin from school, thinkin that that shit is cool
 Served out, whether sober, playboy, I got heataz for ya
 Quick to shoot, because that indo boosts up my paranoia
 I rap the blues, cause the blues is what I'm livin nigga
 Surrounded my animals - livin and dyin by the trigga
 Word to me, and if that shit don't meet your expectations
 Fuck you critics, I do this for the underground nation
 Slab ridaz, nigga, drug traffickaz and jackaz
 Heat packaz, nigga, all my homeboys ain't rappaz
 And, I wouldn't say it if it wasn't necessary
 All of this is just a test, tryin to prepare me
 My future's lookin dark, and I don't think it's gettin brighter
 Forever Eightball, Pimp-Caso, Poetry writer...

 MJG: It's hard to be, something that you didn't start to be
 these streets be apart of me, until it's hard to see
 till the years when it's hard to walk, gettin old
 and, it's hard to talk, I'm on a line of chalk
 it seems thinner than a line of thread, but through all this
 still instead, I'm real after all
 Paper, short or tall - Wife, be big and small
 and still down to earth, I'll still be on the scene
 Life like a tv screen, but I keep my strength
 and I'll keep my hope (Why?) Cause I know they got me under the scope
 But, if you're lookin at me, Look close, and your ass will learn
 Maybe when you have your turn, and take a stand and shit
 You might be a man and shit, make your own plan and shit
 Cause I don't make no moves unless G wanna make that move
 Fuck he and she wanna make that move, I got a face that blues
 when a nigga gotta pay them dues, and they lookin at my face like Ooo
 Mane, you broke and shit, but they ain't gonna throw me out a rope
 and shit
 I'm a drown and choke and shit
 And my folkaz get clowdy with that hocus pokus shit,
 I'll be the brokest trick...
 But, I'm gone be myself, Pimp type nigga for sho'
 Once again like I did it befo', up top or below
 I'm a keep my feet on the flo', and do it in the heat or the snow
 Give me a beat and I go, Off like a champ on your ass
 Drop the mic and vamp on your ass, stick a stamp on your ass
 Send you off to camp on your ass...when I rain, I'll dampen your
 path.

 (repeat chorus
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