Aye
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Now I’m switching up my energy, f#ck my enemies
Feel like I got hundreds of ’em, no, no, no love for me
Y’all n#gg#s ain’t in the streets, y’all n#gg#s is industry
Y’all n#gg#s fake ministry
Y’all n#gg#s just sin then preach, no deal I like to breach
I call up my lawyer like “Never mind”
They playing with all of these n#gg#s’ and b#tches’ money, but never mine
b#tch, I could probably never rhyme
And still be a million up
I only spend money on her, if I know she the truth
Just to keep it a buck
You play with me once, and you dumped
The sh#t that I say when I’m drunk
You know I’m ignorant
I’m at my house party acting belligerent
Telling my guest that I don’t usually drink and sh#t
Then turn around and I do it again
Act like a saint, who am I to pretend?
Asking the Lord to forgive all my sins
With my fingers crossed behind my back with a grin
f#ck, I sin, and I sin
b#tch I feel like the Bucks
I win, I win
Again and again
Again and again
Now they telling they friends
I don’t know who my friends, they like to pretend
(Please leave your name and phone number after the beep)
Cause they couldn’t see me going very far
Now I be overseas with the mob
b#tch, I get paid when I pass a bar
But I got no love for the law
I can’t remember when I had a job
Back when they wouldn’t build now they bob
I still got paper tags on my car
Now I got gophers f#ckin’ up my lawn
That sh#t is annoying
I’m picking my poison
You crabs in a barrel
While my lobster is boiling
I’m tryna’ avoid ’em
But they keep on coming for me (Where they at?)
DMX what they wanting from me (In the back)
BMX I ain’t stuntin’ for free (Never that)
On my momma, my momma deceased (Make em’ mad)
So you know that it’s truth when I speak (That’s a fact)
Matador I ain’t running from beef
Mike Tyson asked, why my hunger so deep?
I replied “Ain’t no love in the streets”
Also their wasn’t no love in my home
So only get love when it’s coming from me
Preach, f#ck
I sin, I sin
b#tch, I feel like the Bucks
I win, I win
Again and again
Again and again
Now they telling their friends
I don’t know who my friends, they like to pretend
Santa Monica Boulevard
I can’t tell if they men
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