Aye, man, forget all that conscious shit, nigga
You see these mothafukin' shoes, nigga? hah
That's how you hit a lick, boy
Told you that shit would work, nigga
Aye, you know you need to holla at ol' girl today now that we got all this fly shit, nigga
Wish somebody would try today, way I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, look, trust me, I don't like you for a lot of reasons, nigga stop the greetin', you don't fuck with me and the feelings even
Man, pledge allegiance to the 'Mittee flag, fuck 'em all if they envy that
I ain't fuckin' if she isn't bad, nah, fuck that—let 'em titties sag
Stomach lookin' like a Henney bag, truck bigger than Jenny's ass
From the block like Jenny's ass, but I'm tryna get that Diddy cash,
So I stick with the pen and pad, you're just a penny when we in the lab
Yeah, you're nearly trash, nigga; no lie, you was doubtin' me the whole time
Stupid nigga, I'm a gold mine, white girls? Got a whole line
Got a main bitch and a side bitch, but honestly, dog; they both mine
The status grow and the asses show, no money but I have to have the gold
Man, you gotta do what you got to, we stole 'cause we got to
That's what niggas on the block do, at the mall—the bus-stops too
All the older niggas got tools, I was only like 5' 5"
I remember, on the way to school; they was always tryna test mine
Uh, uh, I'mma eat today, try me—you gon' see today
Uh, uh, I'm clean today—you gon' have to meet the beast today
Uh, uh, bitch nigga, you ain't touchin' me today
I've been stackin' up my mothafuckin' money; see these Js?
You ain't takin' nothin' from me, ask my size I'll tell you mine
Momma didn't raise no dummy, you can never take what's mine
Uh uh, bitch nigga, you can't fuck with me today
I've been stackin' up my money, yeah I'm feelin' clean today
Finally got the girl I wanted, yeah that girl she hella fine
And she mine, and she super thick
Got her singin' like
Aaliyah-liyah-liyah-liyah that's my little chick
But in my DM, DM, DM, DM's got a lot of strippers
Got your BM, BM, BM, BM tryin' to sleep with him today
Who'd ever thought I'd be this way, I guess it's in my DNA
I'm quiet but belligerent, respectful but I'm with the shits
I talk it 'cause I lived in it, when I talk they be listenin'
Lately I've been feelin' it, I want it, I'ma get this shit
My ego different, I gain my confidence from ignorance
I got a little bit of change, switch my old jeans
Fuck a piece of the pie, I want the whole thing
The way I see it goin', only goin' up (up)
Naw, we not invited, we don't give a fuck
Still gon' show up with a pack, still gon' show up with that black
Liquor, throwin' up in the back, I'ma throw up to come back
And go' pour up some more yak with ya, roll up and get blacked
Fuck it, load up on that wax, nigga, I'm far from sober, in fact
I ain't even tryna go back, nigga, been broke, so wack
I ain't really tryna go back, nigga, if your soul intact
Then ya, don't wanna be that nigga that
Stealin' and wavin' your gun around
Givin' innocent people the run around
Demons on my mind, I'm tryna dumb it down
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