Lyrics

[Verse: Ricky Hil] Mama They said they pain on And i know there And they came home (nothing matters, nothing really matters) Outta no where They say they pain long And they keep going And you can't explain Where it come from And it leave your vein And it hit the floor (hit the floor) It leave your vein (hit the floor) It hit the floor (it hit the floor) Is it impossible, or improbable (yeah) That i could overcome these obstacles Is it unlikely, or not like me, to be philosophical Well fuck it then get this bitch suckin' then, like a popsicle Smoking like a rasta, eatin pasta, til my stomach full I can eat a whole bowl full Then play me a sample, it sounds soulful (huh) I'm a handful, ima give her a mouthful (yeah) Whachu know bo Yeah i smoke weed everyday Everyday i ride Chevrolet (everyday) Ima rollin stone, thats what my mother say Yeah, if you need me then i'm right here Sitting on the steps, sippin on a light beer (chyeah) Underrated thats what we are My friend OD'd in the ER Back home we fuck hoes from the DR And PR so this'll be our Greatest night tonight i might crack the cigar OJ i sound good on the guitar I know that i make it look easy And i understand, that they need me But i'm hungry, i'm greedy, you gotta feed me I'm silver Hil like Eddie So when they see me Get a boy patches like [?] That's why your man wanna be me