Buddy - Ain't Fair lyrics
Simmie Sims III [Pastor PassTheBlunt] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Buddy - Ain't Fair lyrics]
Yea yo
Lifestyle of the young and the restless
Wreckless slingin marijuana to mescaline
Momma told me I shouldn't mess with them
But I confess them niggas some of
My best friends back then
Daddy told me I couldn't trust them
Gotta get from round all the yes men
Had to adjust when I'm alone
Is when I start to
Reflect and shit got me
All vexed I'm wonderin
What's next
This just in
Fucked a bitch in back of the Westin
Was takin the back streets all
This dirty money attract me
No I won't be given the scraps to these hoes
I'm packin these shows in Japanese clothes
Leavin LAX then I'm back at Heathrow
Oxtails soon as I'm back on pico
Never pay attention to stats
Too busy gettin the racks
These niggas don't even be livin they raps
Nah
Lifestyle of the black and the
Rich in this bitch
You see this thing on my wrist, I'm the shit
When I was younger it was only a wish
Now I can't take a piss without
Somebody comin takin a pic
Poppin bottles rollin up somethin fat with
The hoes in the backstage
And drowning my pain in the champagne
Got me reminiscing on back in the day
Talkin about back in the day back
When we was baggin it up
Had a lil bit of money started stackin it up
These days thought they would love to see
Me packin it up that's wassup
Took it from the hood to
Hollywood now I'm acting up
Still have yet to meet another
Nigga I could trust
Niggas stay throwin salt throwin shots
From the black trucks
And takin them shots like it's starbucks
Ain't the only one had it hard
That end up breakin the law
But that shit got me all
Emotionally scarred still I evolve
This for all my niggas low
Ridin we got the bounce
This for all my niggas that's
Flocking we in the house
This for all my niggas from
Compton we want it now
This for everybody ay
It ain't fair fair fair fair fair fair
Nah it ain't fair out here, out here
It ain't fair fair fair fair fair fair
Nah it ain't fair out here, out here
Lifestyle of the super ghetto fellow
Hell or heaven 7th letter predecessors
They can never, another level
Never settle I embody Machiavelli
I get better I get better I
Get better I get better
I been dancing with the devil
God dammit I said it
Taking drugs and etcetera
Singing figaro figaro
Watch me finger roll up the kush
No I'm not gonna pass I kiss it
Right off the glass on that ass
I got some homies from the hood
That'll blast on that ass
I got some bitches poppin up from
The past tryin to smash me
They don't know I was down
Bad just last week
Momma hit me up and she asked me
Baby whatcha gon do about it
Tell me whatcha gon do about it
Baby whatcha gon do about it
Tell me whatcha gon do about it
Baby whatcha gon do about it
Tell me whatcha gon do about it
Tell me whatcha gon do
I'm gettin ya high, I'm gettin ya high
I'm gettin ya high, I'm gettin ya high
Whatcha gon do about it
Whatcha gon do about it
The beat got me hypnotized goin
Through my twitter timeline desensitized
All I see is bad bitches and
Hoes rap niggas with doe
While the hood gettin gentrified, shit
Open ya eyes open the blinds look outside and
Watch as the dry leaves catch fire
I'm gettin ya high, I'm gettin ya high
I'm gettin ya high, I'm gettin ya high
I'm gettin ya high, I'm gettin ya high
I'm gettin ya high, I'm gettin ya high
Lifestyle of the young and the restless
Wreckless slingin marijuana to mescaline
Momma told me I shouldn't mess with them
But I confess them niggas some of
My best friends back then
Daddy told me I couldn't trust them
Gotta get from round all the yes men
Had to adjust when I'm alone
Is when I start to
Reflect and shit got me
All vexed I'm wonderin
What's next
This just in
Fucked a bitch in back of the Westin
Was takin the back streets all
This dirty money attract me
No I won't be given the scraps to these hoes
I'm packin these shows in Japanese clothes
Leavin LAX then I'm back at Heathrow
Oxtails soon as I'm back on pico
Never pay attention to stats
Too busy gettin the racks
These niggas don't even be livin they raps
Nah
Lifestyle of the black and the
Rich in this bitch
You see this thing on my wrist, I'm the shit
When I was younger it was only a wish
Now I can't take a piss without
Somebody comin takin a pic
Poppin bottles rollin up somethin fat with
The hoes in the backstage
And drowning my pain in the champagne
Got me reminiscing on back in the day
Talkin about back in the day back
When we was baggin it up
Had a lil bit of money started stackin it up
These days thought they would love to see
Me packin it up that's wassup
Took it from the hood to
Hollywood now I'm acting up
Still have yet to meet another
Nigga I could trust
Niggas stay throwin salt throwin shots
From the black trucks
And takin them shots like it's starbucks
Ain't the only one had it hard
That end up breakin the law
But that shit got me all
Emotionally scarred still I evolve
This for all my niggas low
Ridin we got the bounce
This for all my niggas that's
Flocking we in the house
This for all my niggas from
Compton we want it now
This for everybody ay
It ain't fair fair fair fair fair fair
Nah it ain't fair out here, out here
It ain't fair fair fair fair fair fair
Nah it ain't fair out here, out here
Lifestyle of the super ghetto fellow
Hell or heaven 7th letter predecessors
They can never, another level
Never settle I embody Machiavelli
I get better I get better I
Get better I get better
I been dancing with the devil
God dammit I said it
Taking drugs and etcetera
Singing figaro figaro
Watch me finger roll up the kush
No I'm not gonna pass I kiss it
Right off the glass on that ass
I got some homies from the hood
That'll blast on that ass
I got some bitches poppin up from
The past tryin to smash me
They don't know I was down
Bad just last week
Momma hit me up and she asked me
Baby whatcha gon do about it
Tell me whatcha gon do about it
Baby whatcha gon do about it
Tell me whatcha gon do about it
Baby whatcha gon do about it
Tell me whatcha gon do about it
Tell me whatcha gon do
I'm gettin ya high, I'm gettin ya high
I'm gettin ya high, I'm gettin ya high
Whatcha gon do about it
Whatcha gon do about it
The beat got me hypnotized goin
Through my twitter timeline desensitized
All I see is bad bitches and
Hoes rap niggas with doe
While the hood gettin gentrified, shit
Open ya eyes open the blinds look outside and
Watch as the dry leaves catch fire
I'm gettin ya high, I'm gettin ya high
I'm gettin ya high, I'm gettin ya high
I'm gettin ya high, I'm gettin ya high
I'm gettin ya high, I'm gettin ya high