Lookin’ Back (Crucial)

[sample from 'Love T.K.O' by Teddy Pendergrass]

Man who the fuck is this?
Listen man, you know I gotta talk about my life right?
I gotta say it the way I see it nigga. Do what you do nigga!

[Verse 1:]
Listen, DILLIGAF, Three Deep, Born, here we go, c'mon
My life has been up and down just how blacks live
Sunny days ain’t that bright when you broke n shit
No smoke, no hope, no drink n shit
That's how you born dude, that ain't how it supposed to end
My mentality looking back like Teddy P hitting a copper with that
Turn out just like sting
While Spike Lee’s doing the right thing
I'm tossing cookies pulling cabbage twisting collard greens
In other words, I'm deep in Hell's kitchen on a mission
To pull a plate or two out of grizzly conditions
Smokers say it fuck it stuck in yesterday's shit
Headed to the same place too, so yesterday's where we live
Long as the currency flowing I'm straight where I'm at
Won’t let crabass devils hold your son back
Focus hungry and I gotta get them greenbacks
Rent’s due and you're the only thing in the way black

My life my life my life
Something just ain’t right, something just ain't right
My life my life my life
Something just ain't right, something just ain't right, something just ain’t right
They do say I got a problem mane, maybe the muhfuckers right
Uh huh okay, but you don't hear it though
Yeah yeah yeah, but you don't hear me though
Okay okay, yeah uh huh, but you don't hear me though
And if you feel me my nigga, throw your mufucking [?] in the air

[Verse 2:]
I got harlots tryna cuff me right
Got monkeys tryna mold me right, tryna control me right
Tryna tell me what I need to do, two faced is a coin
Tell me why would I listen to you?
Fuck chatting dawg. Me? I do
Fuck you if you don't like how I move
And Fuck you too
Smoke weed, I drink, I cut
I'm a motherfucking boss but I don't talk about it much
Heaven is right there and I can see it quite clear
My struggle thru my wonder years got me ready here
Locked and loaded like I'm getting near
Picking leeches off like rides over bitches, you stayin here
You made your bed now you layin here
And I cried my two in the bucket and leave em with you here

Right here nigga. Lay your ass down
Know what you could do for me?
Yeah okay, yeah okay, yeah okay, yeah
Aye this what they call a crescendo right?
Said this the part of the music where you motherfuckers better watch your back huh
You know what you dealing with now!
You ain't running yet?
Fucks wrong with you?

[Verse 3:]
It's funny on them sunny days how everybody love you man
With something to give, you the shit to the public man
Everybody's cousin man, jaded by the same faces that swear up and down how much they love you man
So I tightened up my circle, Rep the truth like I'm supposed to
Carry my team cuz that's how Real did (that's how real niggas do)
Kickin with those who loyal whether or not I'm down
Fair weather friends, don't even come around
It's been a long time but I'm closer now
Older now wiser now Comin' in to my own now
Looking back analyzing my scars like I don't have no regrets (that shit wasn't that bad)
Cuz pain made ya boy strong
Hunger built the ambition
Because of the snakes, I developed a third vision
Pops taught me not to trust no nigga
Chris got me staying true to all my real niggas
THREE DEEP