Drought

By 8Ball

On Premro

Released on March 3, 2012

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[Verse 1: 8Ball]

Hard from the start, I ain’t never been no fuckin’ lame

One of the best is goody since the first day I tested game

With my hand, ink, pen, write down what I’m think-in’

Straight from my soul

People who get it know where I’ve been

Look at my life, hard times

With marijuana make hard rhymes

Everybody wanna know where I’ve been

I’ve been out here on my grind

Take a little time, get right

Feel like I’m spinning out of control

Purple in my cup make the whole world turn slow


[Hook 1]

God put me here, I’m tryin’ to do my best

To hold my head up and not be conquered by the stress

Late nights, early mornings, tryin’ to feed my spirit

They make it easy to write it down when you know you live it

Yeah, my yesterday is turned to right now

Turn the music up and speak it from my heart loud

Loud, like yesterday is turned to right now

Turn the music up and speak it from my heart loud


[Hook 2]

Tippin’ on my photo, looking out fo’ po-po

And my ride, thirty nine, a lot of tin fo’ show

He don’t fuck the haters rappers

Been caught with, they without

Niggers, they be scandalous, when streets are goin’ through a drought


[Hook 3]

Yo city’s my city, every night the news is

Who that kill the corruption and government

And I’m supposed to be a role model to the kids

But all I’d got for a motherfucker is the truth

Yea, all I’d got for a motherfucker is the truth

All I’d got for a motherfucker is the truth


[Verse 3]

Aye, hard from the start, I ain’t never been no fuckin’ lame

Streets where I growed up, call them the fuckin’ blame

Why I be how I be when I be so high b

Big in all my inner self

Givin’ you what’s inside of me

All the pain, all the joy, everything I dream about

Put the pain and the joy and everything I sing about

All good, most of the time

Half of time it ain’t though

You the man, 8Ball, now it’s time for prim row

Reinvention my intention it’s to get your full attention

And I ain’t got to hold a gun up to your head to make you listen

It’s all real, nothing fabricated or made up

We real niggers, we stayed on our knees, prayed up

Cuz what that evil do is get you from the inside

Kill a nigga slow like a grizzly play the French fries

Use your mind, don’t be blind

Common senses take you far

And remember everything in the sky is not a star


[Hook 2]