Uh Sometimes I ask myself do she love me? She bag the work up when I ask her said: My lifestyle ugly I swear she been down since I used to shop at Rugby Now the trench coat Gosha and all these thotties touchy Fly nigga keeping out this husky You hustle nothing son you just a Custy Sold a ton out the front seat Took a loss made triple that back in one week Rolling thunder in the blunt leaf Gold front teeth, my speech never cheap hoe my talk is Guap Games to be sold you niggas telling shit and lost the plot Hope and Lox said: Prayers over ball and pots Whipping with the butter knife fuck it that's all we got The stash went from the tube sock to the shoebox Now its pay-pals from Japan from my new drop Hoes think I'm famous lately I been running through twat Tell them get naked and toss it up like I'm Tupac It's the kid that's made food outcha idols Kings lose the crown on they head too it's all a cycle It's ya last supper I bury you with ya' bible I see no motherfuckin' rival Doing number these bitches think I'm the shit now Ain't trickin' only thing she get is dicked down Roll the weed up, count money and piss Cristal Need a Rollie on the wrist dial, for real Doing number these bitches think I'm the shit now Ain't trickin' only thing she get is dicked down Roll the weed up, count money and piss Cristal Need a Rollie on the wrist dial Let me talk my shit like Eddie in the red leather She ask me when I'ma slow down I told a Heffer never I'm on they necks forever, better respect the pressure Been told you I'm the ruler and you'll never measure Only thing I know is dope chase Best believe I fuck a fan I'm like Ghost Face, killah cold case Fuck a fingerprint I'm never leaving no trace Only signatures from signing titties at my show dates Riding through the city thinking 'bout how far I came Thinking I used to sell cocaine now fans in Italy know my name Taking flights smoking trees on beaches Gold chains dropping six hundred for the sneakers Fucking dimes with sexy complexions and foreign features Shit I'm on is way out of you fuck niggas reaches You wasn't on shit before rap it's all fallacy Street economics on the corners I made a salary Gassed up I aim and knock the acid out your battery Give my runner piece of the package he bring a stack to me Doing number these bitches think I'm the shit now Ain't trickin' only thing she get is dicked down Roll the weed up, count money and piss Cristal Need a Rollie on the wrist now, for real Doing number these bitches think I'm the shit now Ain't trickin' only thing she get is dicked down Roll the weed up, count money and piss Cristal Need a Rollie on the wrist now