Not your bitch ass n***a

Natas...bitch it ain't what you think
Ain't for your ho ass anyway

Young millionaire on top of the world
I don't give a fuck, I lost my girl
I fucked all her friends 'cause I'm cut like that
Esham's back with the murder rap
I didn't give a fuck about the n***a that popped me
Y'all n***as want me dead but y'all still can't stop me
I'm saying fuck the world, n***a fuck what you heard
I don't need this bullshit I can buy me a bird
Flip a key to a G is all about money
In the D-E-T ain't shit funny
I would murder your ass if I get the chance
I could give a fuck less if your bitch don't dance
N***a I get money all goddamn day
So what the fuck a n***a like you gon' say
Ain't no love and this shit is like a goddamn game
Cause I'm all about cash flow, punk assho'

Fuck the fame....

I hate the way you kiss a n***a dick when you see me
I think deep down inside yo' ho ass wanna be me
I got no time for you bitches playing these ho ass games
If you fuck or make love bitch it's all the same
Fuck a ho and her mama I ain't got no time
No need to be lyin' bitch you ain't mine
See bitch, I know a n***a you fuck and I hate
So you could never set me up and make murder my fate
Money make a n***a suffer even though I got dough
It make a n***a never know, you see I'll never know
About you ho ass n***as that be plottin' to kill me
Jealousy is in your eyes and you still can't feel me
Ho ass joint worker, never bought an 'O'
You looking at a millionaire and bitch you don't know
You 5 dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man
With the presidential Rolex on my hand
Fuck the fame....

Only famous mother fuckers that I know in the pen
And they was even more famous before they went in
Young n***as getting money straight puttin in work
All the shit I been through make you go to church
N***a fuck that shit you talkin' 'bout
If you can't back it up, best to walk it out
I'm from the east side n***a off Mack and Chene
Where n***as don't give a fuck about no fame
I was raised in the hood where crime pays
Where n***as get checked for their Cartiers
N***a run that shit, ho give that here
And this type of shit happen every year
So that's why I'm all about my mail man
Cause n***as want to see me in jail man
Fuck the fame, and n***as I ain't sayin' no names
But you ho ass n***as ain't got no game
Fuck the fame

Fuck the fame....

And fuck you, ride along wit it
I'm infamous out here on these hoes
You ain't know
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By no way, shape or form am I famous out here
I'm infamous out here on you hoes
And I know you know, you only famous when you dead, Bitch