Cal-A, thank you for fuckin' with me
Yeah
(Cal-A keep it lit)
I go by the name of ALLBLACK
Talked about me like a dog
When you get mad, you like to throw shit back in my face
Niggas broke codes and went against the grain
It's all good, I ain't mad at the end of the day
When we was cool, I was that nigga
Now you're runnin' 'round tellin' hoes that I ain't poppin'
They tell me, "BLACK, stop helpin' niggas score"
But instead, I passed the ball more times than John Stockton
Instead of eatin' two-hundred-dollar steaks
I was with niggas eatin' burritos and a bowl of Top Ramen
They told me, "Distance yourself and watch you get your blessings"
I moved closer to them niggas and kept on rockin'
Should be in the NFL with Rock
Instead of that, I sold pussy to white-collar Johnsons
Gina offered me ten thousand to stop spinnin' bitches
Said, "No"; next week, Raymond was in a coffin
Fly out to Denver with this ho and go check some bands
Instead, I'm in Cal-A house with P-Lo, grindin'
We ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God I'm not mad over that shit y'all did, we straight
Talked about me like a dog
When you get mad, you like to throw shit back in my face
Niggas broke codes and went against the grain
It's all good, I ain't mad at the end of the day
Jealousy is a disease
I'ma ask you ho niggas: Can you stay away?
And we ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God, I'm not mad over that shit y'all did, we straight
This year, some people turned their back on me
Niggas I done fed and shared beds with
Had a sleepover, talked wack 'bout me
They told my family I was cattin'
Said I was a thief and I was out here simpin' the freaks
Whenever you free, you should pull up to the class I teach
You could lie to them hoes all the fuck you want
(You—You—You could lie to them hoes all the fuck you want)
But deep inside, your bitch-ass know facts 'bout me
I could've had your face smashed on your head like a barber
I could've fucked your baby mama in front of your daughter
I could've had all you niggas stripped
Spit on, knocked out, woke up—all in that order
I coulda ran down on niggas, ranned off my chopper
Thank Dominique, he taught me how to Swiss cheese in your Honda
Took off my jewelry just to see how these hoes would treat me
If I'm so boosy, why the fuck you niggas wanna be me?
Mindin' your CD, I should use that bitch as a Frisbee
My mama think one of the niggas around me gon' kill me
Bein' nice got me hurt
Never said no when they asked for it, drugs and all
Don't wanna kill these fake niggas
I want 'em alive so they can watch a real nigga ball
We ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God, I'm not mad over that shit y'all did, we straight
Talked about me like a dog
When you get mad, you like to throw shit back in my face
Niggas broke codes and went against the grain
It's all good, I'm not mad at the end of the day
Jealously is a disease
I'ma ask you ho niggas: Can you stay away?
And we ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God, I'm not mad over that shit y'all did, we straight