2Face lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, I got a dollar and a dream, it's all a n*gga got
So if it's 'bout that green, then I'm all up in the spot
Hey, yeah

[Verse 1]
The mental state of a young Black genius conflicted
The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive
Money and clothes I done dreamed about
And all the hoes that I fiend about
Ayy, tell me am I wrong for visualizing material sh*t I never had?
Waving gats instead of flags
The American dream, why do we cling to the villains
Knowing they kill 'em?
My n*ggas high enough to swing from the ceiling
Ink from the pen spillin' on my notebook
Filled with dreams, this is my hope book
Still, the screams from little girls shot and killed fill my head on the daily
At times I question God, can you blame me?
They can't tame me
My voice screech through the streets, I'm a beast on 'em
Oh no, he will not fold, you will not see a crease on him
He will not slip or lose his grip, they got them cleats on him
But never will he run unless you call police on him, yeah

[Chorus]
One time, two times, three times
Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I'm throwin' up the peace sign
It's two sides to a n*gga though
I said, it's two sides to a n*gga, yo
Ayy, look, sometimes I'm feeling high, then I'm feeling low
Lord, will I die? Will I survive? Let a n*gga know
You say you know me, but what side did you get to know?
It's two sides to a n*gga, yo, yo, yo
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, some pus*y n*ggas pulled out on me and my mans
Wasn't for the pistol, we drop 'em right where he stands
But still, we never ran, foolish pride made us stand right there
Not understanding we could lose our life there
And then it hit us, thinking 'bout the close calls from long distance
Uh, as lil' n*ggas in the Ville, we was trippin'
Type of nosy-ass n*ggas to watch the fight until it's over
They ran when the gats came out, I moved closer
Foolish, what was I thinking?
Wasn't trying to be cool, it's just the thrill of the danger
Get so filled up with anger when a stranger get to violating
He sleeping on me wide awake, b*tch, I'll annihilate him
I'm tired of waiting on my ticket out this motherf*cker
Hope they don't kill me 'fore I get up out this motherf*cker
I gotta go, now can I be that n*gga I thought I was? I gotta know
Will I make it like I thought I would? I gotta blow, hey

[Chorus]
One time, two times, three times
Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I'm throwin' up the peace sign
It's two sides to a n*gga though
I said, it's two sides to a n*gga, yo
Ayy, look, sometimes I'm feeling high, then I'm feeling low
Lord, will I die? Will I survive? Let a n*gga know
You say you know me, but what side did you get to know?
It's two sides to a n*gga, yo, yo, yo
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I seen Heaven, seen Hell, the two faces of the 'Ville
One side dreams, the other side's real
One side schemes, the other side deals
But what the pain brings, another mother cries still
Why the f*ck am I here, God?
That n*gga died, ayy, why the f*ck am I still alive?
I feel ashamed 'cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me
And all I seem to focus on is all the stress on me
Blessed, homie, we breathin', cold world got me sneezing
Wrote this when I was broke, so hey, I guess we even
Throwin' blows, fighting demons, tryna stop from bustin' semen
In an unfamiliar b*tch, I know my n*ggas feel this sh*t
How could I f*ck her raw and I just met the ho?
My di*k took over, it ain't never felt this wet before
I'm stressing in my mind, but it's way too late to stop it
Make this sh*t so bad, I had a condom in my pocket
Let's change the topic before I go berserk, I'm so alert
Ridin' down 95, nah, I ain't finna to go to work
I'm headed back home, I ain't stayin' that long
I'm chasin' dreams, shorty, I'm payin' back loans
I'm payin' dues that a n*gga payin' tax on
I'm tryna blow like a n*gga playin' saxophone
I'm playing daddy to another n*gga daughter
Don't worry, even Jesus never saw his real father
It don't bother me at all though, yeah, say, it don't bother me at all
They got me thinking 'bout my mom though, man, I can't wait to sing this song
I'll be like, I'll be like
[Outro]
Hey, don't cry, hey, oh, no
'Cause we ain't gotta worry 'bout the money no more
We ain't gotta worry how the bills get paid
We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed
Don't cry, hey, oh, no
'Cause we ain't gotta worry 'bout the money no more
We ain't gotta worry how them bills get paid
We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed
Hey, hey, hey