[Intro]
Fucked Up

[Verse 1]
Another day another dollar
Everyday is a profit even on worst days
I go like Tuesdays and Thursdays
I only deal with selective few
I don't care if that’s your mans, don't bring me nobody new
N***as' cosigns ain’t shit
And frankly I ain't got no room to take risk
It's a business not a friendship thing
Ain't no friends in this hustle game
You got wack work, catching feelings
Trying to force it on the custies, they ain't even try to hear it
N***a please, anyway, type to get caught
Slip and lose everything, off point
Comfy with these n***as getting highed up
But these n***as in your crib know you tied up
Big Wille talk got in that
And that's where you went wrong You know better than that

[Interlude]
Or maybe not
[?]
Riiightt
[Verse 2]
Used to be my man, used to build with him
Bullshit allegations still with him
Gave him some work he got real with them
Ran off fuck it 5 grand out the deal with him
Every mistake got a price tag
Some got more value than your life have
Can't afford to lose
Shit I came, it's just my hustler’s fortitude
All bullshit set aside, salesmen I specialize
Caught out there once but it’s never a second time
Mama ain't raise no fool
Put me anywhere on God’s green earth
I find me some work
Uh, out until every ounce is out
You'd be a damn fool if you count me out
I'm more clever than that
I'm a nine eleven n***a, you know better than that