That Pt. 2 Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

(Equipto) 

I remember he told me... calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down 

Ya, God forgets my soul when I'm doing bad 

the pain I'm feelin when living life too fast 

so calm down were the words that I heard last 

my ear drums are still numb from the first blast 

I couldn't turn back past the grave into my head for the dead 

putting ash in graves 

and I smoke with the spirit so feel me rise 

over the clouds for now up until we die, it's like that 

I set off through the star spangled 

looking for a light to guide me to an angel 

gotta be smart and hide behind all the answers 

when everythings dark my heart is full of anger 

(Nikatina) 

I rather be a bull for a day than a goat forever 

my life is a joke so whatever 

man prime time reason and rhyme, you know the rhyme be the reason 

sling shots and Chuck Taylors, it's the season 

there is no state of the art or no special effects 

it's just money, politics, and these projects 

can you imagine yo a playboy thats kickin it live 

but in his own damn mind yo hes doin time 

now thats deeper than the craters on the moon 

crushin up weed in the back dressing room 

I hate to be greedy but I love to be greedy 

hope the little guy love me but dont be me 

I do it like a gene, blaze in a beenie 

life time contract and no you cant free me, Queezy 

(Equipto) 

ya we live and die it's all for the cash flow 

dont give replies, I'm high and we act cold 

i dont know why I couldnt explain 

lost focus of the love in the innocent way, live for the day 

hey I'ma escape to the music, to try to make up for all the wrong that I'm doin 

I swear I know better, but so far gone 

and no gaurd hear the cry out in every song 

it's upon everybody through moods of stars 

rise and fall im there with my open arms 

(Nikatina) 

man it's such a rush that I get when the money is spent, and all the dope is lit, 

man this is how I repent, I keep a devils eye on tigas that spit the gift 

and is it true in the after; like the souls adrift? 

thats kamakazi logic, man the ghetto is the topic 

you trying to cop it, you gotta sell it then you drop it 

it's like its hot cause if its not then the plot starts to thicken 

I'm sorry but moneys a religion, fly like a pigeon 

man whats your decision? the homies is waiting in the Fillmoe division 

rap life living, fast cars driven, it's something like prison 

but this is how we listen, listen 

go ahead and bounce homie... get up outta here... get up outta here... it's like that... it's like that... 

it's like that... it's like that...