95

Look i'm dark skinned so please
Don't take me lightly
Stogie in my hand, begging
"Please light me again"
Don't this feel like '96 or '95?
Edward Scissorhands with this doobie
While I drive

Passenger seats with a freak
Should I creep with her?
I'm too tired, we don't fuck
I just sleep with her
And baby momma's still patient
She found the rubbers in my dresser, hm
(God bless her)
Third trimester I don't really
Wanna stress her
So daddy will deny her, orgasms I supply her
To the women that inspired all
Them rhymes I wrote
And killed millions of civilians with
The nines I tote
I'm just young, dumb and ignorant
I couldn't go to college
So I settled to be a nigga then
Paper chasing
I wonder if the government formulating
This chemistry that got them
Rich niggas paper racist
It seems that I'm a goner
So I escape aromas
Of that hate with weed and marijuana
And conforming is what I'm living with
Cause you die if you different
(No you don't) and now I'm smoking

And don't this feel like '95 nigga?
And don't this feel like '95 nigga?
Yeah, and don't this feel like '95 nigga?
And don't this feel like '95 nigga?