[Verse 1]
Glamour hurtin, eyes are blind
No I can't see fake
I did like five songs in the session, one take
Money TD Jakes
I'm something you can't replace
Her panties with the lace (Wow)
N***as still hate
He did the robbery no mask, crime seen they trace
They retaliated, now his mom sad face
This is every day, the reason why I bought a K
You ain't gon put me on a camera, smack me in my face
When the shit get real you can't tweet about it
And when the shit hit the fan you gotta see about it
Yeah I got my diploma, I ain't do the college
Pop it like a pimple, did the prayer at the temple
The fiend did a push up for the rock, he want a hit
Boy, you did the bluffin' off of nothing, that was it?
Looking back at a bitch, I almost crashed my car
I thought I told you n***as I turn hard to soft
2dow hit me up, he said he got ten bricks
First divide the shit
Second flip the shit
Then we cash out and act so ignorant
We gon' fish bowl, we don't wanna do the tip
I don't fuck with n***as
I don't trust the n***as
Don't say wassup to n***as
But really on the low, I wanna kill these n***as