B.L.O.W.

Yeah, look 2006 These niggas hated But I told them I would make it from the bottom Look, you made this shit possible Baby, I'm back on the shits My baby looked at me like "Dammit I hate when you back on the shits" Looked at her like this: I- I- I- gotta stack it and flip it Yeah, this is all Fargo shit man (Laughs) I go missin' for a month and this is what you do Wait, I'ma take ya'll way back, way way back Before the old school, before the Maybach Whoever came back And put the Maple Leaf on the Jays hat I was on court chillin' wit my niggas On the corner fuckin' wit' the felons Wishin' for the Honda Civic Pacin', smokin' outta stair cases, in the ceilin' Dawg, I just want a new job Want my old girl to get a boob-job Want my new girl to get a new job Yellin' "2pac, 2pac, 2pac!" 2 Glocks strapped all upon my waist For any nigga trippin' around my way Mini mac, strapped For haters in the back In this mini black jansport backpack Nigga, matter fact, uh Rollin' blunts wit my nigga Rocky All we do is go, all we do is go, all we do is go No, no, ain't shit can stop me I remember lights Livin' check to check to check to check Fuckin' hoes neck to neck to neck to neck to neck To neck to neck to neck, wait She ain't fuckin Fargo I don't be stressin' these hoes Ridin' around with that thang You shitted on me I don't be stressin' these hoes I just pour liquor for niggas that's it I do not fuck wit you though You shitted on me And I can't wait to blow on you I can't wait to blow on you I can't wait to blow I can't wait to blow on you I can't wait to blow on you I can't wait to blow Wait, niggas hatin' on me like I ain't pay for I ain't slave for it Wasn't workin' night to night to day for it Had to wait for it Had to spend a couple extra days for it Bitch, I know, I know, I know, I know Couple bitches that go hand in head I'm talkin, hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe, wait Hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe I heard so-and-so is in your new car 2 friends for my 2 dawgs See I love a bitch that got a few flaws Show my old bitches to my new broads I got old bitches, I got new hoes New flows, cars, clothes Bentley whip, Ferrari doors I'm Ari gold in Entourage I'm fuckin' hoes that's on your squad Fargo, call me Argentina Hate to be the reason Why your dream bitches never get to see ya Never, ever, ever, ever, ever Me forever, ever, ever, ever, ever? Hell yeah niggas jealous of us Gettin' hella, hella, hella chedda Got an elevator in my Hella Yella Women love me like I'm on the Ellen show Hella bars for my felon flow Niggas hella hard hearin' Blind to em Gotta hit em with that Hellen Keller flow I fucked a lot of bitches, Lord forgive me Father God know I did a lot of sinnin' Now, I'm watchin' every one of my decisions Cause I know the fact that even though I'm livin' Nigga livin' under hardly god conditions So in my position Gotta MOB on the competition Gotta squad on the opposition Audemaur got me fuckin' every damn bitch in there like "Dawg, dawg, I got all the bitches" Subtractin' all you weak hoes Stack money, money, till it's all addition, wait I don't be stressin' these hoes