Joey DeVille - Ms. Understood Lyrics

I see death
Around the corner
Pac vibes as
I roll up & pour up
I wonder when the
Reaper's gonna show up
I wonder when I'll blow up
Or if they'll ever show love
Or leave me stuck
With no luck
With everyone
Who's flows suck
Momma where's dad
Wait where's mom
I'm running out of time
I'm about to drop
A bomb like Saddam
& maybe I'll get signed
I'm trying I grind
So I could see
My niggas shine
I was 13 when
I moved in with daddy
That was shortly after
Momma started popping Xanies
Dropped out of 8th grade
Cause I ain't see
The point of it
I just want to
Rap a flow
That these niggas
Enjoying it destroying it
Determined to become a legend
Fighting through depression
Sweating blood &
Shedding my aggression
Telling stories so
Compelling confessing what
Got me stressing
Turn my Ls to lessons
& look at them
As a blessing
I know there ain't
A day I regret it
Cause I'm setting out
To be the best
& leave my name embedded
Consider this prophetic
First album Boy I said it
& called it love is war
Cause my heart
Is in Armageddon

Damn & I don't
Think you understand
I'm the man
Lil homie that's a band
I don't think you understand
Mami ima stand
Like a king
For my fam
Young lion on his grind
I'm a mother f*cking king
Damn & I don't
Think you understand
I'm the man
Lil homie that's a band
I don't think you understand
Mami ima stand
Like a king
For my fam
Young lion on his grind
I'm a mother f*cking king

I remember nights
When they cut
Off my lights
& the moon
Gave me sight
To write the
Lyrics I recite
Writing bars exposing
My scars staring
At the stars
Dreaming large pretty cars
Money women & cigars
Riding in the coup
Vibing to some Snoop
Dreaming I'll be him
Eating Ramen noodle soup
I'm a troop
Ima shoot till I
Hit the hoop
& juke every single loop
Till I execute
See I done
Peeped my step pop
Put his hands up
To his wife
& I done seen my momma
Try to poke that
Nigga with a knife
I done got
My ass beat
& I done walked
Away with W's
If I don't like you
I don't like
& you'll know that
I don't f*ck with you
It's the mental drama
That I been through
Makes me sentimental
& no pencil could ever
Express on any instrumental
It's the bullshit
That I f*cking hate
That I could not escape
Until I make a
Tape addressing it
To get you to relate
Okay lets slow
It down a bit
Ima let you listen
I believe in God
& that he sent me
On a mission
No I'm not a Christian
I'm still searching
For the answers
I'm the rapper
That believes in God
But don't trust in pastors
I'm on a journey
Till they haul me
On a gurney
Off to bury me
Or burn me
Your opinion don't
Concern me I'm focused
As my time approaches
& my casket closes
Instead of roses
Throw me roaches
Mary jane in doses

Damn & I don't
Think you understand
I'm the man
Lil homie that's a band
I don't think you understand
Mami ima stand
Like a king
For my fam
Young lion on his grind
I'm a mother f*cking king
Damn & I don't
Think you understand
I'm the man
Lil homie that's a band
I don't think you understand
Mami ima stand
Like a king
For my fam
Young lion on his grind
I'm a mother f*cking king