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Yes sir
Nappy
I gotta go
Aww

I find myself up in the sky again,
So sincere, my dear, I leave I cry within
It's lonesome here, candy oh so clear
Represent the slums, through most of the year
(Nappy roots!)
out to aliyah, live the life and very career
On my wall I gotcha picture, God pray
It's all on us, nappy in God we trust
Regardless what, ya boy R. prophit whassup?

Nappy and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin'
This is the God chose for me, chose for me
Nappy head and all, is the for me
Grab my yea and we trees
This is the life God chose for me, for me, chose for me

I my apple corn home, gave my favorite brush away
Went from bald to all-dreaded, to just enough to braid
It could be my day, nappy shirted up the shades
Think I'm frontin', I'm cuttin' somethin' my trucks and blades

Let that man speak, step up grab all my
you with my balls and my word in every handshake
You damn straight, you worthless queer, price landscape
Awake, to a of a homemade pancake
Used to picture myself at the NFL
I couldn't remove the lens cap
But I still kept my mouthpiece and my
I dread it all for a hat
Big hog, new rag-top, pitch black

average is okay, being different is alright
Long as you stay in means
Then you know you keepin' it real with
And that's right there

Nappy and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin'
This is the life God chose for me, for me
Nappy head and all, is the for me
Grab my yea and we trees
This is the life God chose for me, for me, chose for me

I'm in the '81 'lac Seville, but got
Limo tint, but see we ridin' it like a Benz
Clamp somethin' like a
(Puff like a pimp)
I'm cuttin' corners most players attempt
Skinny slum type, betcha bottom dollar that's fa
Nappy gonna be alright, through ups and and back and fer'
the hell ya talkin' 'bout? How much it cost to floss and ball
We did it on a budget, rep the country we fall

Playa we in this biz
(Nappy!)
My love is in the slums and the people that's
They me dang, do anything for me dang
Make a livin' outta whattchu call ugly
nothin' left to lose, we get it in
But roots done paid the dues
Hustlin', backwards-ass nigga one here's for you
You in the way, get out the
We comin' through, with to prove
Ain't nan thing you can tell me 'fore observin' we 'bout to do

head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin'
This is the God chose for me, chose for me
Nappy and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin'
This is the life God chose for me, for me, chose for me