No Then You A Hoe

Never thought this bust down jewelry And these Cuban links would have my partner pocket-watchin' Sayin' what he gonna do to me, I guess the hood was fooling me Pocket-watchin', got your partners plotting on your eulogy Keep your friends far, they only loyal when they're usin' Man, it's stressful being successful, get some money, ain't as funny The ones you love start to neglect you, broke and bummy when they love me You make it out, they don't respect you, they feel entitled to your dough You tell 'em, "Yes", they like, "I guess," you tell 'em "No" then you're a hoe Family dinner at Pappadeaux's Everybody there, in attendance except my papa doe Heart attack, a couple strokes, blood pressure, dementia Looked at me the other day, say he might die before December Can't even lie, fucked me up inside, but still I played it tight Stay strong you gon' be alright, you're tough as hell, you gotta fight Mama callin' me, "He be screamin', cryin', can't sleep at night" "He say that pain be killin' him, pray for God to come take his life" Every day I'm stressing', clutchin' on this Smith & Wesson Then I look at my little daughter Mackenzie and see my blessin' Reminisce on other days I was shootin', robbin', and steppin' I made some change, but I'll never change, nigga Trapper turn rapper that'll whack you, don't be stupid Don't make me prove it, I'll shoot it Gotta call the other day, big brother diagnosed with Lupus He told me he might die soon, I told him, "Bitch, you stupid" 'Cause real gangsters live forever He had me slangin' rocks and totin' Glock's and trappin', chasin' cheddar All the shit you taught me in the streets in me forever Living in a storm, but you know that the clouds don't rain forever Fuckin' up my mental, clutchin' pistols, times ain't getting better Grown ass man with his hand out, you need to chase some cheddar If I keep givin' you money, how that's gonna make you better? That love turn to envy, dedicated and I made it Late nights in studio I'm slavin', and all these niggas know is gimme Gettin' calls from the doctor sayin' daddy health declining Jumped inside the Lamborghini, Highway 59 I'm flying ICU with Josh and Ju, looked at my mama and she cried Ten minutes 'fore I made it say he passed away and died And I'm thankful for them talks we had over dinner for Pappadeaux's Real street legend to me, he was my papa doe Heart attack, a couple strokes, blood pressure, dementia Papa Maxo was a soldier and through me forever livin'