Twisted Insane, Redro Killson - About You lyrics

I used to hit the club with all the
Buds and always searchin' for a real bitch
They always end up tellin' me they love me
But I really never feel shit
I used to pull that mask up on my face
And hop out homie on the ill tip
I'm livin' everyday without a penny to my
Name and still I feel rich
I never ask for something
I was supposed to be a nothing off of dust
Of nigga murder, murder, kill quick
Highlight "Murder Kills"
Fill em with the shit that
Make em sick, and bitch
I'm hard enough to deal with
You fallin' like you wuss-y
I never had no money, had to work to make it
Either that or steal shit
And I would walk up to a motherfucker put a
Pistol in his face and tell 'em "Nigga
This a ill whip"
Now, homie, that's some real shit
I wake up everyday and wonder
When a nigga'll die
I know it's getting close
I know a motherfucka hella young, but
These little niggas packing guns
So homie you don't ever know
I could walk into the liquor
Store to get a 40 niggas slide up on me with
The Michael Jackson moonwalk
Now, I don't even know if he was
Tryna say hello or fucking tripping
Nigga, you know how the 'shrooms talk
Now watch how loud the room got
Now, someone tell me why this bitch is
(wastin all my time?) when I was dead broke
Then why a nigga had to grow up all
Around the bullets and the lead smoke
You never know when this shit's done
Try to cherish every minute
That you're left with
You should never leave with nothing
Cause you're daddy and, man
You never even said shit
It hurts cause you let him win, death win

I tried, I tried, I tried
I tried to give a fuck about you, oh

Nobody ever really cared about me
I was treated like i wasn't there
Made me end up thinkin' I was nothin' but
Some dust up in the fuckin' air
Everybody told me I would never
Make it with this music, wanna quit
Made a couple albums
Never really made a thousand
Before "On My Shit"
But, I keep the brain on sick
Take a hit off the bong and I'm
Feeling like I'm floating on a monorail
Tryna put some food in the stomach of
My kids from the album sales
Tryna make enough before they put me in
The coffin and i'm long gone
You never know when you will go I mean
It this could really be my last song
Sad song

I tried, I tried, I tried
I tried to give a fuck about you, oh

Brain! Now, I didn't choose this
Motherfuckin' path I'm walking
This path chose me
I'm just walking this motherfucker
Trying to find out where it lead me to
It's lead me all around the world
I thank you
I thank you for taking the time out of
You life to come inside of my life
And i mean it that's why when I go to
These motherfucking shows man
I be out there with the crowds
I be out there with the fans
I be with these motherfuckers, man
Cause, I feel I am these motherfuckers
And that’s real
Ain’t no difference between you and me homie
We all the same they say you can’t do it
But, I believe
I believe in you just like you believed in me
That shit means so much to
Me homies and homettes until we meet again