high school memory LANE.
I’ma put it on the table
I ain’t a thug nigga and playa, I ain’t playful
I’m just Senim Silla, man without label
Standin’ on my own to you tryin’ to stay stable
Speakin’ what I know to only what I’m able
I ain’t the kinda guy who carry on for dough
The material cat who walk around for show
I’m just your everyday, merry way joe on the go
While others go with the flow
I ain’t never been the one to follow trend, I do my own
Can’t keep up with the joneses, I’m on my own shit
I don’t care what you drink
What you stress, how you dress, or where you got the
I ain’t impressed
These lames run around like mice in a maze
Tryin’ to get up on cheese, its just a rat race
Wanna change times’ schemes to make man worship things
Over the supreme being, or stop, fill up?
Should I join the hypocrites?
Or side with the suckas by choice
It makes no difference that y’all product of
It’s just coincidence
The world’s a violent place baby, there ain’t no more
Or civil men or penatence, just
Ignorance cast on the right from wrong
They mimic shit they see on TV or hear in a song
What that tell you they on?
A sucka act up every minute
The righteous live on but the the niggas are infinite