' and I want in My homie did the same thang and he got 10 Just took a loss, still tryin' to win And you tryin' to get back so what you tryin' to spend? You
the city on fire and I didn't even try Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die, ayy 'Cause if you lookin' for me you can find me On the block
you in [Chorus] You're so amazing, you took the time to figure me out that's why you take me, way past the point of turning me on you bout to break me, I swear you got me
na, na, what's my name? What's my name? what's my name? Baby, you got me And ain't nowhere that I'd be Than with your arms around me Back and forth you rock me
a Miami boy, you know how we play I ain't playing with ya, but I wanna play What you give me got me good, now watch me It's a different species, meet
realest sh-t Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth Something, something, yeah That?s my bitch, That?s my bitch Sh-shorty right there? That?s my bitch That?s
you're dead, I'll search for you like Orpheus I'll find you some way You are such a star, oh, you know you are I'll tell you one thing I know You want
that you sweet like bubble gum and they gon eat you how you blowing up n-gga, they chewing you and when you hit rock bottom, they shoo'ing you like "ooh
winds tonight Seems life's a record stuck And that it couldn't make it off He's a cool hand Luke He's Jimmy cross slippery slope He's just possessed and crazy Thank you
trauma, blunt You play the back bitch, I'm in the front You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with You lil' brag
it's two thousand miles and one left turn Dear Mom and Dad Please send money, I?m so broke that it ain?t funny Well, I don't need much, just enough to get me
, you ain't, man No, you ain't come A brother think you've got back up But you really don't You know why I wouldn't even hit you with my fist I'd smack
watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag I got a Nine nigga get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' I'm cats and crippin',
tryin' to make the loot loop I ain't no muthafuckin' gangsta, wish you'd quit callin' me that Although I still pack straps, I roll in Benzes and Lacs
s up 'Cause it really ain't how much you say It's what you say I got no fuckin' time on the mic to play I write rhymes with addition and algebra Mental
So now you're mad, 'cause I got money and you don't The hustlers win, the busters won't What can I say, you can't come out and play With the real ones
' def girlies and I don't mean maybe The way I rhyme no one will ever slay me And I ain't lyin' rhyme do pay me ! Rhyme pays ---- !! Verse three: