Ol' girl told me she can't stand me,
I don't know why
Maybe something I did,
Asked her what the problem is
She said I try to fuck her friend,
I ain't one of these rappers
You can miss me with that sucker shit
Hotter then your grandmother gritz
You gon' need oven mitts
Shouldn't be no competition between you and your nigga,
When y'all come from nothing,
Couldn't tell you about no pot to piss in,
My toilet ain't flushing
But its always some shit to get in,
Fucking with us
Feels like we drowning and we keep on swimming,
Trynna come up,
What's a dollar and a dream,
When you have dreams without a dollar
That's why shorty on her knees,
She got more than her pride to swallow,
They don't make 'em like me no more
I'm a 94 impala,
Seems like the gangsters you knew
Losing all their honor Infront of your honors
Some game ain't worth a mill, but still as real as Gillie and Wallos
This game getting to real, you can't unplug and play tomorrow,
Had to kill, steal, beg and borrow
And hit licks just to get some kicks.
Picture a nigga waiting on the bench,
Know he ain't getting picked,
Youngin with his booksack on,
Headed to the school to be something,
Making it to the classroom
The teacher telling him he ain't gon be nothing
Now he is failing all his grades,
Cause that shit fucking with his head
He went and put the books down,
And picked up a gun instead
Now he locked up,
He getting booked doing time in the feds
Ain't make it to college but being a steppa his aka
How you do me that way,
Thought you would stay
You played me though,
Threw away my feelings hung up my cape
I can't save no hoe,
Used to call me bae,
Now when I call
My number ain't saved no more,
Gotta stay on go,
Cause they gon break on you when you broke,
I just pray that they don't change on me
Start falling off, and trynna hang on me,
They wanna kill me, and get a name of me
You can have that shit if that's what fame gon be
All of this money gon bring haters, and I know it though
They come for your head, when you at the top of the totem pole,
I was left for dead and told my mama I ain't ready to go
Gotta keep a gun when you getting bread or you know you toasted,
Ain't nobody can fight and no one to hold you close,
Why nobody surprised, when fatman died from an overdosed
Ain't nothing moving right now
Its like the controller broke
I hate to be the one to say I told you so,
But they hating on the low,
You girl will spill the tea all out the mug,
When y'all into it though
Can't depend on nobody,
Be nowhere for you but funerals,
Sometimes I feel lost,
But I cant lose it though
Crazy for sure,
To have rats on my heels,
I gotta stay on my toes
I hope god take the wheel
I was drunk when I drove
I don't know how we making mils with crackpots on the stove
I wonder how this shit gon feel when I drop and I blow
I wonder how y'all gon feel, knowing that I was just broke,
Let them motherfuckers talk you heard me
They gon kick you when you down,
What you gon do is grab their fucking feet you hear me
And clip them bitches
I just pray that they don't change on me
Start falling off, and trynna hang on me,
They wanna kill me, and get a name of me
You can have that shit if that's what fame gon' be
All of this money gon bring haters, and I know it though
They come for your head, when you at the top of the totem pole,
I was left for dead and told my mama I ain't ready to go
Gotta keep a gun when you getting bread or you know you toasted,