Yeah, I'm sure

When she tell me she love me, I know that she love me

We go from the bed to the floor

But I'm acting all funny and stuff and she know it like say we ain't

Look, yeah

Look, yeah, listen

Cah bae she the best

A hundred or more on the meter, I'm sure

When she tell me she love me, I know that she love me

We go from the bed to the floor

But I'm acting all funny and stuff and she know it

Like say we ain't been here before

Certain times it be driving me mad

Think I'm better at being a whore

If it's on, then swinging my ching

Couldn't tell you a time I relied on the law

Fuck the truth, only lies that I saw

No legit, strictly crime I was in

More I make, I'll give back to the kids

If you're real from the start, then we're sharing the win

Never lower your head from a miss

If you ain't get it right, then you double your shift

Time, it come an it goes

We were the closest of kids way before all the fuckery showed

But maybe that's it

You're born and you live and you die when you're old

With nuttin to give

I promise I'm leaving with suttin to show

Look, yeah

If I'm blowin' on smelly, I'm blowin' it strong

True, that plug was a bitch, but he gone

Why this cat movin' edgy? I know what he's on

Double back and send Mayhem and Probz

Said, "I'm there in a minute, I'm sorry I'm long"

Been a while since I've been on my job

If she tell me she want it, I've give her the lot

Love the way how she angle the gob

If I'm back to the block, then I'm back to the block

Fuck it, ****, I'm back to the block

If it's heavy on one, then I'm picking up two

If it lowers the price, it's all prof

Where's the honey? I come for the lot

Just gave seven to Sim, told him, "Play withe the stocks"

And I still got some left for the squad

Gave a rack to the killys to play with the opps

What you doing? I'm doing my job

Get her off, I dunno what she on

I tell Yucky to blow it

He leaving a hole in a fob

Thinking back, I was gradually lost

Money boy, where your salary gone?

Need them never garn see me agains

I'm tired of all of these marry me thots

Look at the mess

Stuck on the fence

Girl, you're the one, ain't no need to pretend

If you're there from the start, then you're there till the end

Let's make it work, give a fuck 'bout your friends

Way that you freak

Stuck on repeat

Still got my tool when I step on the street

If they're playin' it funny, then funny it be

Come, see what I make in a week

Come from a city with hunger and greed

And needs like please leave me be

Packing my bag while I head for the sea

Over and out when I finish my siege

Stress on a pile

Gimme my weed

Mad how they talk on this wonderful tree

I got into this music cah music is me

Follow my script and you'll see what I mean

(Yeah, run it back, lemme hear that one)