I Said Me

Raindrops on roses and Whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles And warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages Tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things (30, you a mothafuckin' fool, nigga) Raindrops on roses and Whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles (Yeah) And warm woolen mittens Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got plenty of this shit Brown paper packages Tied up with strings I got plenty in my bag, I got plenty in my holster Plenty of ammo These are a few of my favorite things Big long like... you know What I'm sayin', but I'm really... My kids be listenin' to my shit, Now, I be havin' to dumb That shit down, yeah Yeah, my daughter asked me What a drug dealer was I said me, uh When the lawyer asked me What a fuckin' killer was I said me, uh When the bitch asked me What a real nigga was I said me, haha, yeah Overseas in a yacht, They askin' who it was I said me I get high if it's the Right amount (Yeah) I get a buzz checkin' My account (Alright) I get tipsy eatin' Red pussy (Tell 'em) I stay drippin' 'Cause the feds lookin' (Tru) Teriyaki on my portobello So many rides at the house Look like a fender bender Slept on the futon, I know hard remember (Lord) I ain't have no work Done like Kendall Jenner Got my first plug around 19 Saw someone shot when They should have been fighting Yeah, I'm on the top, icing Maybach truck, enticing Somethin' prestigious, precisely Lookin' within just to sightsee I see you lookin' sharp, lightning My past is really dark, frightening Yeah, yeah, my daughter asked Me what a drug dealer was I said me, uh When the lawyer asked Me what a fuckin' killer was I said me, uh When the bitch asked Me what a real nigga was I said me, haha, yeah Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was I said me I just lost my count Countin' blessings 12th grade I got locked Up for possession I tried to call God, but He ain't answer (Hello) Sent me to voicemail, He pressed cancel (Damn) Load the AR for temper Tantrums (Yeah, yeah) A round hit a A&R, damn, Son (Yeah, yeah) She know she is a snack Like concession (Snack) I used to sell crack out The detention (I did) Had a MAC-11 at Burger King Me and Steph gon' turn this to A murder scene (Bow-bow, bow) Talkin' no beef, no pork and bean (Nah) Serve you Young Dro, Make your shoulder lean Morphine dreams in the ER (ER) Got her a BBL down in DR (DR) This shit here real as hell, no VR When the light bill up And down like a seesaw Uh, yeah, yeah, my daughter Asked me what a drug dealer was I said me, uh When the lawyer asked Me what a fuckin' killer was I said me, uh (Raindrops, roses) When the bitch asked Me what a real nigga was I said me, haha, yeah (Raindrops, roses) Overseas in a yacht, They askin' who it was I said me Think I was born Trapped in my system (Was I?) 'Cause I was raised Around the packs And the pistols (Bow) On her knees so long She tore her meniscus (Wow) Been a long road, Check the distance (Road) Rest in peace, tats the initials Put it in black and White like officials Dope cases messin' Up hoop dreams All you know is get Money is the routine (Raindrops, roses) Used to want birds Like Larry (Swish) Used to keep the white Like Barry (Ayy, raindrops, roses) It was my oblige like Mary (Blige) Had the J's at the End like Terrance Vibin' on the terrace With some red wine I be gettin' started 'round bed time (Tru) It's either fed time Or it's state time If you don't make time, Better take time What up, what up world Man I'm so tired of these Niggas, calling everyday Complaining, Man I ain't got nobody Out here but me my nigga You know what I'm saying? Man I need help my nigga I'm tired of that shit man Dawg, some of these niggas Complain when they got work And they complain when they Ain't got no work Nigga you blockin' your blessing Nigga Know what I'm sayin'? I hate that whole negative ass vibe Quit calling me with that negative shit My nigga Dawg look, man I had kidney failure Nigga Three days a week I get dialysis They stuck two big ass needles In my arm nigga, that shit be hurtin' Like a motherfucker. you don't hear me Complainin' nigga I'm out here gettin' it nigga Goin' to work everyday Ten toes down, taking care of My responsibilities Don't call me with that shit nigga The light bill people don't listen to That typa' shit The rent people don't listen to That typa' shit So I'm not gonna listen to that Typa shit So if you ain't got some positive shit Lose my number nigga Lose my mother fuckin' number