Balistik10290
Jersey's Own
Had to quit blazin' cigarettes
Was two-timin' my dame, I'm a bigamist
But the gang half of the blame, I live with regret
My brain a bit of a wreck
All this stress and strain left a disconnect
Cheffin' up all the 'caine in that kitchenette
Acquainted with big execs who filthied up my name just to split a check
Feel like I been betrayed by my silhouette
Mistakes was made to correct
How I deal with the fame made me get upset
Treat it the same way that I lived with death, shyt weighin' a nikka down
Refrainin' from different stages of self-neglect
Give me chills in my veins, takin' whatever's left
From everything that was tooken in blatant disrespect
For good, better, best, wouldn't trade it for less
Took everything that came with it, and that came with a check
But yet and still a nikka rich off pain and depressed
Chasin' a letterhead, ain't got a case to catch
David Blaine with the press, tame the dog and made it fetch
What else?
Effortless
*Boldy voice*
Where we at