Nancy

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Rx Papi - Rap, New York Rap

Nancy

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[Intro] Yeah Real Rx Real Rx Yeah [Verse] Young nigga stressed the fuck out I feel like the black nigga on Get Out Roll the window down, hang the stick out I hate bitches with a big mouth They like, "Pap, why the fuck you always doing drugs?" Why you never leave me alone and shut the fuck up? I always hear shit when I'm all by myself But clear as day it sound like somebody else You never experienced nothing I did And you never felt the ways that I felt I'm talking to the pictures on the wall 'Cause that's the only time I see my dawg Nigga, that shit broke every piece of my heart Still wish to this day wish I ain't get that call I'm talking to my nigga all night long They looking at me like something wrong Nigga, you don't even know what the fuck going on I downed two Roxies, leave me alone I drive fast as fuck for a reason Maybe one day I'll go like Paul Walker Everybody know Papi not a talker I don't want your sympathy so don't even offer I'm getting sick and I'm feeling nauseous I keep having dreams seeing me in a coffin They like, "Pap, why the fuck you thinking bout death?" I watch my right, I watch my left I empty this bitch 'til there's nothing left The Grim Reaper fucking with my head We having convos on the regular I try and stay two steps ahead of him I crack the Wock', it's my medicine When I'm whipping rock, it's effortless They say maybe I should go and see a therapist I got problems ain't no cracker gon' care I grew up feeling like I was never loved I got love from the streets, it was what it was Mama said if she could rewind time, she would I said if I could rewind time, I wouldn't It is what it is, Mama, I'm thugging I get high and think about my big cousin Other than Neph, closest thing to a brother I ain't really that close with my lil' brother We ain't got nothing in common with each other When he was born, I was in jail Hoping them crackers found me not guilty Scared as fuck, paranoid as hell I'm not religious, I grew up in hell It's either you make it or you fail I ain't like reading out loud in school Other kids used to think I was a fool I ain't have nice clothes, they ain't think I was fly I used to wake up wanting to die BK the one taught me how rob I turned into a motherfucking problem I ain't listening to Mama and I ain't going home When the dog wrong, bet he find a bone Corrupt as shit, running through my dome Felt like I was better on my own Learned a lot about life early on Bitch, I move like Don Corleone You can't rewind life, do-over or pause it I got the stick on me while I'm walking I wait outside your house just to rob you Climb through your window, I used the garbage Empty duffel bag to put your shit I left out just as fast as I came in I wish BK was with a nigga now Up the stick and gun a nigga down I keep hearing unfamiliar sounds Don't turn the lights off, just turn them down I don't sleep that good when I'm in the dark Start having bad dreams fucking up my thoughts Wake up out my sleep and I see my dawg He not really there, but who I'm supposed to call? I was 11 when I lost my faith in God I go to jail, regain my faith in God My first day out of jail somebody getting robbed They say, "Papi, what's your motherfucking problem?" I was selling crack, I ain't go to prom Crackers ain't put me in a cap and gown Instead they jump out to pat me down They know what the fuck I do when I'm around I robbed every nigga I ever hung around These niggas moving like some fucking clowns I don't know why my grandma talk behind my back Knowing damn well if she called me, I got her back She gon' lie and act like she don't But I know goddamn well that she do You don't love me but I love you Think you could [?] the one day, she'll come through

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  • Rx Papi