once they get used to this
they gon' have a hard time tryna find it somewhere else
it ain't this real over there
you think livin' my dream came over night
like i ain't had chicken wings over rice
i just need me somebody to blow the dice
but do you take a bad bitch over a nice lady?
can't say they ain't worth it
can't really tell if she ride
that ass do turn heads like poltergeist
know she put it in her mouth
i'm tryna chill but really i'm cold as ice
you used to hear me in the streets like motorbikes
your own blood'll watch you bleed
i outgrow people like baby clothes
i hate yes men and maybe hoes
real shit expose a friend that maybe foe
you day ones was plottin' on you on the day before
gave his rollie to baby bro
we even hand-me-down different
you gotta hand 'em crowns different
it's more toys in the driveway than the christmas list
this is what we hustle for
somethin' like i'm aristotle
i'm talkin' full throttle
feelin' too fly for the goofy shit
i be goin' dumb on the doofuses
flickin' my thumbs on the blue faces
still ain't been to sleep
give a fuck about a pop star
i'm just tryna get my rocks off
toes pop up like a pop tart
well my niggas poppin' locks off
shout out to my gs 'cause they know that trigga got charge
all my pussy extra on the chicken like it's hot sauce
see a nigga drippin' and what is it if it's not sauce?
tell the pigs we ain't tryna listen
pullin' hoes and it's my dogs
i am not the one to trade
skrrt like the young nigga say
uzi in the vert charge that my young nigga take
i she say she talk to god for me
i just pray that god love me
yeah sometimes it's hard for me
don't need you to ride for me
all these niggas is my sons
i'm a let 'em shine for me
drinkin' vino out the bottle while my baby whine for me
vino out the bottle while my baby whine for me
somethin' like i'm aristotle
i'm talkin' full throttle
feelin' too fly for the goofy shit
i be goin' dumb on the doofuses
flickin' my thumbs on the blue faces