Never Wrote

Cynesthetic, cynesthetic
 Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
 This be the realest shit I never wrote (realest shit I never wrote)
 Up in my studio getting blowed
 To the illest shit I ever spoke (illest shit I ever spoke)
 Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
 This be the realest shit I never wrote (realest shit I never wrote)
 Up in my studio getting blowed (wow)
 To the illest shit I ever spoke (illest shit I ever spoke)
 They say I'm the 2Pac of Texas
 And you ain't got to like it but I bet you gon' respect it
 I really be one deep, it ain't just hanging off my necklace
 I need to take a shit but my schedule will be so hectic (yeah)
 Them people trying to send me up the road again
 They don't want to see me drive my Bentley up the road again (what?)
 Racist motherfuckers, when I go to court they show me them (what?)
 They know I'm innocent but they don't give a fuck, Z-Ro won't win
 And then they wonder why my attitude the way it is
 I'm rich but they still think I'ma rob 'em, that's just the way it is
 Leave church on a Sunday, they don't give a fuck what day it is
 In front of me and behind me, I can tell what type of day this is (goddamn)
 It's a shame I got to walk around with bond money
 I ain't got a receipt though the crooked cop gon' take some from me
 He say he smell that loud, I told him, "Find it and let me know"
 I smelled it too but he couldn't find it and had to let me go
 Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
 This be the realest shit I never wrote (realest shit I never wrote)
 Up in my studio getting blowed (wow)
 To the illest shit I ever spoke (illest shit I ever spoke)
 Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
 This be the realest shit I never wrote (realest shit I never wrote)
 Up in my studio getting blowed (wow)
 To the illest shit I ever spoke (illest shit I ever spoke)
 21 gun salute
 Dressed in black gators and an Italian cut suit
 When the camera start flashing I disappear into the crowd like Poof
 These little rappers 'round town think they live like me
 Hope they survive and they get to see 39 like me
 Even gotta hustle in your sleep to be on your grind like me
 Turn into sunlight dipped in chrome, is how you shine like me
 They living fantasies, nigga, but this is real-world here
 Where all the grown women at? Ain't nothing but little girls here
 These reality shows got all these hoes acting like thots
 And Facebook is the brand new Bible, that's why relationships flop
 And instead of breaking up a fight, we record it and holler "WorldStar!"
 Could have saved a life instead another death on WorldStar
 If Martin Luther King came back I wonder what he would say
 Cops kill us, we riot, when we kill each other, it's okay
 We need to get our priorities in line, or be a grandparent
 Before you realize, we was running out of time the whole time
 Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
 This be the realest shit I never wrote (realest shit I never wrote)
 Up in my studio getting blowed (wow)
 To the illest shit I ever spoke (illest shit I ever spoke)
 Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
 This be the realest shit I never wrote (realest shit I never wrote)
 Up in my studio getting blowed (wow)
 To the illest shit I ever spoke (illest shit I ever spoke)