"95" lyrics - ISAIAH RASHAD

[Intro:]
Look
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?
Edward Scissorhands with this doobie while I drive

Passenger seats 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 patient
She found the rubbers in my dresser, hm (God bless her)
Third trimester I don't really wanna stress her
So daddy will deny her, orgasms I supply her
To the women that inspired all them rhymes I wrote
And killed 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 them 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 (No you don't!)
And now I'm smoking

[Outro:]
And don't this feel like '95 nigga?
And don't this feel like '95 nigga?
Yeah, and don't this feel like '95 nigga?
And don't this feel like '95 nigga?