Don't come around my way, cause I don't need a 'Nother fat weather friend, with a trick up his sleeve Acting like you really my nigga, but he after my cheese Y'all niggaz get me congested, move around and let me breathe I remember when you niggaz, ain't want me to hit the weed Now that I'm rapping, you see me and tell me to hit the weed Thinking you can get a VIP pass, and get in free But Joseph McVey, is enough company for me Wanna kick it with me, cause I kick it with the high class Y'all didn't wanna kick it, when I was down on my ass In my cordoroy britches, y'all was in Louis Vatone Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my fun For using the millennium, or money by the ton You niggaz ain't help me get it, I did it with no one Fuck showing love back, I ain't showing none (y'all niggaz don't have to) Come to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapes Cause who the hell should I support, I'ma still be straight The less niggaz around me, the better I can concentrate When I came face straight, or open up my chest plate It could be ya death date, get beside yourself We ain't cool, I think you better rewind yourself Before a cemetery, be where you can find yourself So beat your feet, and let the do' close behind yourself I don't need no friend, I don't need no broad Only thing I need, is the help of the good Lord Trying to kick it, but motherfuckers sing to hard Cause I'ma be keeping it real, they gon be keeping it fraud A hundred and fifty-two percent, are real with me So instead of keeping my niggaz, get the steel with me I can do bad one deep, so I chill with heat (fuck y'all niggaz) () I don't need no help my nigga, I can do bad on my own And I don't need no company lil' mama, stop ringing my cellular phone When I be down and out, nobody wanna come and kick it I'm a nobody, until I can shine So when my money is long, I don't need nobody to visit Leave me lonely, like you did last time (Trae) I'm a asshole, and I ain't trying to be rude But I don't really give a damn, about none of y'all You use to hate a nigga tough, from way back in the day First off, fuck each and every one of y'all I be a loner on my own, alone hang with my chrome These motherfuckers play, life so fraud I peep game, to the T Cause I don't want nobody, to catch a nigga slipping on the Boulevard And on the other hand, just to make matters worse I feel, they want me headed to the grave And I ain't ready to leave, I got my back planted against the wall With a nine, about to misbehave Same old shit, with a friend or a foe Pack your shit, and get the fuck out the do' Ain't no way, you hoes finna be a part of my life A.B.N, is all that I know You can try what you wanna, but I ain't gon fail Look at me now, and all the shit that I sell I'ma beat a nigga trunk off, coast to coast And everybody who doubt that, can go to hell Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong And I don't give a fuck, cause I'm in my zone All that hate you got, it only make a nigga strong So I like how it feel, when I'm left all alone () (Trae) You must of thought I forgot, when I was stuck on the block And I was broke, everybody laughed a lot And now the tables have turned, you niggaz fraud And you know see Trae, with his foot up on the gas a lot Cause I don't trust you niggaz Give me fifty feet, 'fore I rush you niggaz Move it around, cause I don't fuck with you niggaz To tell the truth, I'm allergic to you niggaz Asshole for life, until a nigga fly Nigga don't stop, better go on pass by And hoes, don't call my cellular phone The only thing, that y'all know how to do is lie (Z-Ro) Why y'all niggaz wanna rob wanna steal, that ain't real How the fuck I'ma kick it with you, you ain't gon get me killed I done seen a lot of blood, on the battlefield Even though I'm tired, I be climbing up the ladder still Ain't nobody words gon hurt me, even if they dessert me I'ma still be grubbing, and drink a drink when I'm thirsty Just to be in my position, motherfuckers ain't worthy So they feminine conversations, don't even disturb me I'm a gangsta, don't need another nigga to grade me If I'm in trouble, don't need nobody to save me Steady losing composure, like my kon folk Trae be I'ma handle my bidness, ain't nobody else made me (- 2X)
Writer(s): Gerald Isaac, Joseph Mcvey, Michael Dean, Frazier Iii Thompson, Quincy Whetherstone Lyrics powered by