| [Hook] I know they don't, give a fuck about me | |
| I promise, | |
| I'll be happy alone | |
| Whether you see me on | |
| TV, or these streets | |
| My attitude, is leave me the fuck alone | |
| I know they don't, give a fuck about me | |
| I promise, | |
| I'll be happy alone | |
| Whether you see me on | |
| TV, or these streets | |
| I'm not a rapper homie, | |
| I'm just a | |
| G How the fuck can they love me | |
| If they out there in the streets, talking dooown mayn | |
| How they fuck can they love me | |
| If they look at my money, like it's not miiiiine yeah yeah | |
| Homie I come from the street, live my life by the rules | |
| If I owe ya | |
| I'm gon' get ya, might be ten years due | |
| Guarantee it'll be a visit, if you fuck with my food | |
| Smile in my face and stab me in my back, that's what busters do | |
| Me, I go it alone what the fuck is a crew | |
| A bunch of people, that want me to do what they want me to do | |
| I don't take orders, if anythang | |
| I'ma give them bitches | |
| You must of thought by having my child, you guaranteed to get riches | |
| Shit I told you last album, to go on 'head and file on me | |
| Hate me so bad, | |
| I know it hurt ya to see a smile on me | |
| Bitch I'm a boss, you trying to talk to me like | |
| I'm a trick | |
| One hundred and twenty thousand a month, | |
| I guess I am that bitch [Hook] | |
| Trying to make it to heaven, is hard as hell | |
| They out to get me baby mamas, and my boys as well | |
| They say they love me but do they love me, it's hard to tell | |
| They love his freedom, but forget him when their boy's in jail | |
| I was driving, but the shit was where the passenger ride | |
| So now-a-days it ain't nobody, on my passenger side | |
| Eating bullshit, wearing white and passing the time | |
| I swear it wasn't no cotton, up in that mattress of mine | |
| So use to mean mugging, | |
| I swear I gotta practice to smile | |
| But I got that | |
| Hercules hustle, you can't challenge my grind | |
| My partnas had money, but got mad when | |
| I had to get mine | |
| That's why | |
| I took the time to tell em, to kiss my ass in this rhyme | |
| They said | |
| I didn't even rap good enough, to go get a stack | |
| But now I'm headlining a long way, from the opening act | |
| They wanted to burn my dreams, | |
| I still smell the smoke in the back | |
| Even if they kill me | |
| I'll come back homie, to go and get that that's right [Hook] | |
| White boy | |
| Jimmy, he the reaslest nigga | |
| I know It's because of him | |
| I'm walking the streets a free man, and | |
| I appreciate that bro | |
| God damn, | |
| I don't wanna go to prison no mo' | |
| Beside T. | |
| Ferris and bitches, don't nobody visit no mo' | |
| I'm not complaining my nigga, just saying how it is | |
| They say it's lonely at the top, | |
| I guess that's how it is | |
| I swear I ain't seen nobody, in the last thirty days | |
| Ro must of fell off, that's what them haters that can't stand me say | |
| But I ain't never been a bitch, don't know how to be a hoe | |
| Only thang | |
| I know how to do, is collect that dough | |
| If you owe me money, pay me on time | |
| And 7 tre fo' 2-4, death before dishonor on mine | |
| Me be a punk, | |
| I would have to leave this world for that | |
| Matter fact, my mama could of had a girl for that | |
| I'm cool as a popsicle, in the freezer in the winter time | |
| But I'm a damn fool, and | |
| I have about respect so give me mine [Hook] |