Lyrics

A BOY I KNEW


YEAH, THIS IS A STORY ABOUT A BOY I ONCE KNEW, THE OLD ME..HE DIED SOME TIME AGO. 
[verse one] 
I BEEN GOIN THRU SOME CHANGES, THINKING ABOUT MY PAST. HOW I LIVED MY LIFE, AND HOW I WISH I COULD GO BACK. CHANGE A FEW THINGS, MAKE MY LIFE MAKE MORE SENSE. MAYBE KEEP SOME PEOPLE, LET GO OF A FEW MORE FRIENDS. BEFORE I HAD THE ??? AND ANYBODY KNEW ME. PATRICK WAS A PRICK, HAD NO PROBLEM GETTING BOOTY. HE WAS FAT, SELF ESTEEM SHOT, BROKE, NOPE I THINK NOT. HE WAS ROBBIN ANYONE, SLIP AND GOT POPPED. HE HAD TO MAINTAIN THE WEIGHT GAIN TO GET WOMEN. AND THEY AINT GOIN FOR A BIG BOY WITH NO VISION. YOU HAD TO HAVE SOME INCHES SITTIN ON YOUR RIDE. BACK THEN NO 6'S 20 INCHES WAS JUS FINE. CALL ME A BALLER CUZ THE EASY MONEYS WHAT I LOVE. 15'S BANGIN IN TRUNK WHERE THE BUD WAS. YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME HOMIE, YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT. HERE'S THE INTRODUCTION TO THE OLD ME, PATRICK. 
[chorus] 
HERE'S A LITTLE STORY ABOUT A BOY I KNEW. HE HAD TO MAKE MONEY DIDN'T EVEN CARE ABOUT SCHOOL. THEY SAID HE WAS A DREAMER, HE STAYED THAT WAY. HE TOLD EVERYONE, LOOK I'LL BE RICH SOME DAY. TO ALL THE LITTLE PEOPLE LOOKIN DOWN ON ME, DOUBTED EVERY SINGLE CHOICE, WEREN'T AROUND FOR ME. BUT I MADE MY MARK, I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP. I BEEN DOIN THIS ALONE ALL BY MYSELF.  
[verse two] 
BORN THE SON OF JAMES LYKINS, BITCH BEST GET IT. TAKIN ANYTHING I WANTED, I WAS THE BEST THAT DID IT. NO REGRETS IN MY PAST CUZ IT MADE ME WHO I AM, SO I HURT A FEW PEOPLE, PUT A BULLET IN MY FRIEND. I NEVER PLAYED MR NICE GUY EXCEPT FOR MY FAMILY. ID LIKE TO THANK ALL MY FANS WHO SUPPORT AND JAM ME. MAYBE IT'S THE KID IN ME BUT I MISS BUSTIN HEADS, MEETIN PEOPLE AT THE PLAYGROUND OR ANYBODY SCARED. PISTOL IN MY LAP AS WE DRIVE THRU TOWN PAC, ME AGAINST THE WORLD IN THE TAPE DECK IT'S GOIN DOWN. THE BOYS ON THE STREET GOT BEEF OR GOT NOTHIN. I WAS SLANGING ON THE CORNER, BITCH NO I WASN'T. GOT MY OWN CLIENTELE, WHAT YOU COULDN'T TELL? LOOK AT THE CHAIN, LOOK AT THE CAR, I'M AT THE MOTEL. I'LL BE HERE WAITIN, I AINT SCARED OF YOU. THE PISTOLS AT THE CRIB I WON'T EVEN BRING THE FUCKIN CREW. 
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 [verse three] 
I WASN'T SCARED OF JACK SHIT BUT I GUESS I'VE GROWN UP. THE ONLY REASON I'M ALIVE IS SIMPLY GOOD LUCK. I DID DIRT AS A YOUNG MAN, STILL BELIEVE FUCK FRIENDS. THEY HURT ME MORE THAN THEY HELP ME I NEVER NEEDED THEM, WHEN I WAS LIVING IN THE STREETS, HOMIE WHERE WAS YOU? WHEN I WAS SHAVIN AT THE CHEVRON, WHERE WAS YOU? WHEN I WAS HUNGRY NEEDIN MONEY HOMIE WHERE WAS YOU? LIVIN OUT YOUR MOM'S HOUSE TAKIN CARE OF WHO? NOBODY, I NEVER ASKED FOR YOUR HELP. I'LL JUST ROB YOUR FUCKIN HOUSE, TAKE IT FOR MYSELF SO MUCH FOR YOUR FRIENDSHIP, ID RATHER HAVE A PEN PAL. IT'S SAD BUT TRUE BECAUSE THEY'D PROLLY BE MORE DOWN.  
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