[Chorus: Mansa]
It Ain't no stopping No
She wants to ride it out
She can't handle all the pressure
That's inside her mouth
I put drugs inside her till she slides out her attire
I advised her not to try it
Because she ain't from this side of town
But she wanted to put the purple headband on Lebrons Mix
Yeah, on Lebron's Mix
Balenciagas make her feel like I'm accomplished
Say She's from Beverly
But all her exes in Compton
Whoa

[Verse: Bizzy Crook]
I fell in love on the beach
I should've known to retreat
Things in Miami go South
You'd think that I knew by now
History always repeats
I'm playing in it for keeps
I am so far from my peak
I hope my new girl a freak
She look me straight dead in the eyes
Every time that we're fucking;
Cause shes looking for her in me
Damn, would've done anything for ya
Still a do anything for ya
Used to come over, you'd bring the sprite with the soda
I use to lean on your shoulder
I use to sleep on ya sofa
We use to fuck on the tour bus
And now your a grown up
I heard that you dance in the next city over
Where nobody knows ya
The moneys important, but never get caught up
That's not you, or how you was brought up
I know we not talking, dont hear from me often
But never forget what I taught ya
And your Dad did a great job, raising you on his own
Especially in the city that we call home
Where love always goes wrong