Guerilla Maab - Tell Me What You See lyrics

[Chorus] Tell me what you see, when you look at me A G that's me, I don't know why I live my life, like I don't care, I don't care [Z-Ro] Nothing but good intentions, when I started out as a kid Living my life but when it happened, I couldn't understand what mama did Leave me, it wasn't easy, it was hard Everybody was looking unhappy, but I was looking for God Receiving beatings on a daily basis, for C's and D's If it wasn't the honor roll, my father wasn't fucking with me Herm Clark to South Park, to Ridgemont 4 That's where the devil developed, the Christian killa called 'Ro An adduction to dro and drank, heavy on the sherm And you don't wanna get fronted by Joseph, cause his turns burn Nigga fuck you pay me, but its been slow round here 'Ro Nigga fuck you pay me, before you become part of the flo' And I ain't playing no games, cause ain't nobody ever played with me Trusted nobody, even my people that done stayed with me Out to get me, that's how I feel about y'all Just give me my ten, or you fin to see what my steel about dog Five fingers on my right, and that's how many niggas I trust Eugene, Jordan, Mexican D and D.P., D-Los sipping purple stuff A drug addict, that's how I'm feeling right now Another numb nigga, cause I ain't got no feelings right now Don't give a fuck about nothing, its like I'm living to die I let a woman through in my mind, now I'm unable to cry Your feelings is your feelings, but my feelings is gone Cause when a nigga needed your feelings, your feelings wasn't shown Now I smoke weed rolling around, aimlessly Take pride in whooping niggas, beat they ass shamelessly Dorothy Marie send me a sign, are you proud of your boy Ain't got no mansion or no Bentley, just a crib and a car I wish I had a million dollas, but I got me some cash I might not be from River Oaks, but I still got me some class And when I say I'm dying I'm dying, you ain't gotta try to do me I guess dentist was nervous, and tried to help somebody sue me Who that thug nigga, moving units state to state I-10 connected with weight, but now replaced by tapes And C.D.'s, I'm S.U.C till I D-I-E Affilliated with C-R-I-P's, and B-L double O-D's I'm not a gangsta, I just lean like that Able to unload, and flee the murder scene like that Call me what you wanna, call me crazy baby But you ain't been paying no bills, where I lay my head lately baby Don't know nothing about me, just know that I be rapping Just know that you see me, everytime another murder happen My grand finale, that's when I lay me down to sleep Until then I rest, and so I creep To and fro, seeking who I may devour I ain't a devil, but a God in search of his power So when you look at me, tell me what you think about Crackers killing they self, over shit I smoke and drink about [Chorus x2]