Listen close I don't talk for no reason
You gettin' paper go put it to use
You get hatred for speaking the truth and truthfully fuck em
Cause I'm living proof
It ain't hard for me to make it look easy, deal with these problems
Roll up, pour a duece
Knowing I shouldn't I'll tell you it's wrong
What do it for me might not do it for you
Some fightin' they demons some come to a truce
To tell you the truth I been fucked up
Still flex on who thought I wouldn't touch much
I was tryna get a check told me tough luck
I took every single step I ain't cut once
Now my pockets do talkin' I'm stuffed up
I could ride through the dirt in the back of this foreign
Top of the world they know wassup
Give the shirt off my back I been so used to doing
Knowin' it hurt me to say no
I been learning to stack get them racks run through em no rainy days
If I make mo
I'll take care of the problems, flaws and all but against me
That's somewhere you can't go
My hoe do what I say cause I say so
Know some real hoes & know n***** straight hoe
Make em lay low
And last time I checked
N***** wasn't talkin' bout none but the next
You don't hustle it ain't none to flex
You a customer or you gone collect
Used to countin' my cuts & scars
But i'm gettin accustomed to countin a check
When you cut & you know who you are
You don't need no bitch ass n**** respect
I don't need yo respect