Letra de The Pen - The Game

If you're hoping and you're searching

For a better kind of way

(Statik Selektah)

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Mm, mm

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Mm, mm

Okay, now if I really gave a fuck, I wouldn't keep the laser tucked

And wouldn't have wrote "Dreams" in my baby mama Mercedes truck

I'm workin' hard, I'm savin' up, my mama said, "That ain't enough"

I'm stayin' strong enough to pick the stroller and the baby up

She slammed the door in my face, man, she ain't even say, "Good luck"

Sometimes it be the smallest thing that hurt you like a paper cut

My sister cryin' for me to stay, but, man, I'm like, "Stay for what?"

I'd rather be outside sellin' dope and leanin' on the gate with stuff

Me and RJ, forty ounces on the crate with us

Rival gangs drive by, but knowin' not to play with us

We out here tryna get papered up, stay fresh as hell and tapered up

See, it's blood on the leaves and we just tryna rake it up

Rappin' like Snoop, he told me, "One day you gon' make it, Blood"

Back then I couldn't see it, I swear to God, I almost gave it up

Weavin' through the hood like a bitch when she braided up

Playin' Young Jeezy loud enough to wake the neighbors up (Haha, yeah)

Playin' that Young Jeezy loud enough to wake the neighbors up (Ayy, damn)

And if I got to say it again or go create it again

Just so I can say I made it again

I'd go through all the shootouts and get raided again

And watch my brother get shot and try to save him again

And I just ran into the cops again and my opps again

They tryna cut off nigga's oxygen

I'm tryna live, but they wanna see the opposite

Life after death, they can't stop the pen, they can't stop the pen (Haha)

Playin' that Young Jeezy loud as fuck and woke the baby up (Ayy, damn)

Well, I lost my baby mama 'cause I got hoes

They used to be in my socks, now they inside of my Rolls

I keep a key and a Glock, I'm Young Dolph in my soul

You know the killin' never stop until the coffins is cold

How many niggas didn't die that I grew up with?

Gang signs and my stomach how I threw up shit

And I'm missin' a couple screws, so I screw up shit

I got signed at twenty-two and I blew up quick

It was Aftermath then, it's still Aftermath now

Like Dr. Dre on the beat, yeah, I'm back with that sound

And they say I'm beefin' with Kendrick, how the fuck do that sound?

'Cause I'm feelin' like 50 when he made "Back Down"?

They say 50 made me, tell him make me again

I'll kick myself out the group and make him hate me again

'Cause I murder so much ink, it ain't no makin' amends

That's why I'm always by myself 'cause niggas can't be a friend

And if I got to say it again or go create it again

Just so I can say I made it again

I'd go through all the shootouts and get raided again

And watch my brother get shot and try to save him again

And I just ran into the cops again and my opps again

They tryna cut off nigga's oxygen

I'm tryna live, but they wanna see the opposite

Life after death, they can't stop the pen, they can't stop the pen (Haha)

Playin' that Jeezy, blew the speakers out in the Mercedes truck (Ayy, damn)

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