This shyt fuks wit me so much I wrote it in one nite My right hand held the pen & my left held the gun tite i always go out my way to show a nigga love but he turns out to be a ho & not a thug I don’t know why u take me kindness for weakness I hustle everyday & rake in cake every week bitch I do a lot of shyt that I kan never talk about But I gotta put this food in my daughter’s mouth My life was hard so I want her livin better I make money take money & flip tha cheddar Turn my dollars to yen & move to japan punk U rather get pussy to prove u a man If MJ taught u basketball everyday It don’t mean u gonna make in the nba So if I spit game to u & u still aint scorin Don’t blame me nigga kuz u wouldnt blame jordan
I AINT FUKIN WIT U. MY PRETEND-TO-BE-MY-FRIEND Always there to borrow, & never there to lend & when a nigga wealthy, u always around but if I was to say help me, u kant be found just always there to take but never help make & when the shyt hits the fan – damn u break u really my man? u sure u aint fake? Yeah I’m yo nigga when the dranks on me But u aint gonna put in when the tanks on ‘e’ now u wish u kould walk a mile in my shoes but U’d be the first to smile, if I was to lose U hopin to see me dead on the evening news u talk shyt about me as soon as I’m gone Then u shut the fuk up as soon as I kome along next shake my hand like I don’t know whats goin on but bitch u sit there in silence when u listen this song