Tito Lopez - Options lyrics

rate me

Tito, born with one option

To get the god status like old buddy from watchmen

And if you start popping, shoot until you see the white of they eyes

Hoe shout out my nigga hopson,

It’s not been a nigga to spit it, commit it, and with it

Since que did it, and cachies in a raider fitty, y’all can forget it

Most of these other niggas whack man, they act man

It’s in they genes to be a hack man

In fact man, it’s in mind to be great

So ahead on my time, when I’m on time man I’m late

Shit is crazy, how many people lying to my face

Say they hooting for me, but truthfully, they dying for my space

And these kids gonn learn, homie it’s my turn

And this shit might burn if you’s a chick like her

A nigga like me is priceless, hell, what else you gonna keep your eyes on?

In a world that’s priceless

Your skills is real, I fill up a damn void

You lame niggas get me annoyed

I took shots and got stronger like I was on some damn droid

Half man and half a motherfucking android

And if I’m the topic, suggest niggas drop it,

I’m the best, got at least one of my relatives is jabbing

My back’s on the wall, they stepped on my toes

I’m speaking how I feel, here it goes

I drop the tape that was classic, treated that like a mattress

I’ma give you joints till you feel my points like a cactus

Man this bizness is fake, they ain’t gay but they faggots

Every nigga’s a bastard and every bitch is a actress

Mississippi representer, belaxy the ... with no practice

Play the game forward and backwards

Speed it up, slow down, I want these dummies to cast us

Holding lighters up, no luck in finding no matches, dig it?

The same lil nigga that was taking out trash

Must of got in trouble in class, how he out last

Put past midnight, where the fuck the sun go?

Danny Glover, Lethal Weapon, you niggas done for

What was all that front for? See me at your front door

Like Jessie Jackson in 88, what you run for?

And these hoes tryina be Marylyn but your man

You scaring them cause you look more like Manson and Munroe

It’s money, money, money, that’s the target

How I know, everywhere I go, cities called markets, markets

God damn, these are towns, they still scrap around, picking food off of the ground

Ugh, so fuck my tour and my cd, I know people that would kill me

Simply cause they wanna be me

This is easy, I speak pain, you don’t see this

Look me dead in the eyes, realize I’m feeless

I’m the one that one day your boys can hope to be compared to

Son of 2pac, man you stop, I know it scares you

Air 2, whatever throne we all watching

I can be the biggest or be the realest, just weight my options

Yeah, just weight my options

Yeah I can be the biggest or be the realest, just weight my options

Yeah, just weight my options.