95 - Isaiah Rashad

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?

It was in his hand with this dude, while I drive

Pass out in the sheets 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 pasty

She found the rubbers in my dresser (God bless her)

Third trimester I don’t really wanna stress her

So daddy will deny her, orgasms I supply 'em

To the women that inspired all the rhymes I wrote

And kill 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 'em 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, and now I’m smoking

And don’t this feel like '95 nigga…