Aasim - Ain't That Mellow lyrics

Uh, uh, uh check it out, uh

One crack vial, one black child
One life, live it twice then it's man down
Pretty nigga pleadin' guilty to my damn style
Pretty bitches try to milk me, I got mad cow
Milk dray blues, the block did a nigga wrong
Record labels want sign, I need a bigger song
If I ain't hot yet
Then I'm just feelin' warm
Soon as my rain cloud hovers
You gon' feel the storm
Big Pun was my brother, now my brother's gone
For every lost loved one
They say another's born
Child support cases, my baby mother's gone
She want me back as a lover
But the love is torn
Fast forward to the past see my pop's livin'
Rewind me back to the future
See my pop's spirit
If I'm a genius then I gotta
Say "Hi!"p hop did it
And I ain't never been a cop
But, I got shit on lock
And if a nigga touch my kids
My Glock spittin' who gives a fuck about a
Yacht when your pot's finished?
We smoke pot and drink a lot
To drown the bad news government cheese
Quick check liars can't fool
That's why my motto for tomorrow
Is: I can't lose
Thin line between love and hate
What does a man choose?
Stomach burnin' 'cause the hunger
Got a tight hold
I'm just a broke nigga tryna rock white gold
We on life support, who will the lights go?
Basket case, Aasim, I'm a pyscho
Fuck a gimmick
Fuck a critic's what my name scream
Fuck it all, middle finger to the mainstream

Uh, I need a prayer if somebody got a ear
Listen to my silence, it's so loud and clear
If I drown in beers
It's just so my nightmares
Won't keep me awake 'cause life so unfair
Uh, I need a prayer if somebody got a ear
Listen to my silence, it's so loud and clear
If I shed no tears
It's not 'cause I don't care
It's just 'cause I live life
Fast with no fear

Yeah, uh, when does my faith get a breather?
The ghetto is full of skeptics
You gotta make 'em believers
At the lunch table rappin'
Labelled underachiever
From the cradle to the Air
Force label under my sneakers
I'm just a product of a
Black couple never married
A bitter woman who was mad
As fuck and never happy
A rollin' stone father always
In some woman's panties
This type of tug-of-war might just
Win a couple grammies
That's why a baller nigga just don't
Got the mind to understand me
My truth ain't gucci
And my eviction notice ain't a penthouse
Suite with a bunch of groupies
Watches never worn or a closet full of Louies
And some white t-shirt
With yellow stains under both arms
Albums bein' done and me
Appearin' on no songs so mama need a house
And baby need some shoes records don't sell
My pub money's down the tubes
Now I'm down to $2 and it's bills due
This is the type music
Starvin' niggas kill to
As the sands in the hourglass fade
The top is where I'm headin'
I'm only seconds away, come on!

Uh, I need a prayer if somebody got a ear
Listen to my silence, it's so loud and clear
If I drown in beers
It's just so my nightmares
Won't keep me awake 'cause life so unfair
Uh, I need a prayer if somebody got a ear
Listen to my silence, it's so loud and clear
If I shed no tears
It's not 'cause I don't care
It's just 'cause I live life
Fast with no fear