God bless the Child that can hold it's on
I make the shit look good nigga when I'm barely holding on
Hittin licks on my other phone while I'm on the phone
And To you bitch ass niggas you know what the fuck goin on
You know My heart been cold I been thru shit my soul empty
I Slide dolo pick up the shell cases and take then with me
It ain't no bitch up in me to get rid of me you gne have to get up wit me
The moves bussing you better get wit me
As far as sympathy you can keep it
I lost to many niggas when I cry it's a different meaning
I never showed no weakness
I Thugged it out when I felt defeated
Niggas dissed my homie and had to meet him the same weekend
Now what you smoking on killa?
What you got going on nigga
We can go tit for tat until we see the big picture
Keep this shit gangsta sell dope outta Vegas
Do you what you gotta do you Gotta take care of them babies
Most niggas is bitches most bitches is niggas
Now a days i be confused cause I can't tell the difference
I was down to my last i couldn't get nothing from home
Niggas say they yo niggas but on the phone it's a different tone
Even tho niggas movin funny i never once thought about standing by that back door

Mmmm
Art in da ghetto nigga