See fuck what these n***as talk about mayne. When you got someone who's down with you, you treat em' right you know what I'm sayin. Cuz a good woman hard to find straight up mayne.

See y'all I don't know about your bitch, but mine, man I love her like my bread.
Cuz I'm a street n***a my bread is all I got. Like my skrill, and n***a that's real. Because you say you love her that don't mean you ain't trill. Like my scratch and n***a that's that.
When God made you it's like he made my perfect match.

And for real I tell you what the bizz show me a n***a gal and il show you who he is. The only woman on this earth fit to have my kids if any N***a play wit you Ima get em hit.
I remember well sitting in a cell made me feel so good when the guard said I had mail. Opened up the letter instantly hit wit' ya smell. A little piece of heaven even tho I was in hell. And when I got out for a minute with no mobbin couldn't afford shoes baby bought me some Jordan's. I was stressed out she grabbed my neck and start massagin'
Told me she was with me if I'm ballin or I'm starvin'
So now that I'm on, I put on yo' arm Gucci bags, prada bags, Loui Vuitton. I slipp on your feet new Christian Loui Vuitton that's just to let you know baby girl you the one.

See I don't know about yo' bitch
But mine, man I love her like my bread.
Cuz I'm a street n***a man, my bread is all I got. Like my skrill, and n***a that's real. Because you say you love her that don't mean you ain't trill. Like my scratch and n***a that's that.
When God made you it's like he made my perfect match.

And every Sunday morning she wake me up for church a girl that don't know God on the coolin got no worth. Sometimes I stare at you, watch you sleep and I hurt a queen deserve diamonds. I refuse to give you dirt. See every time I took a loss I felt like I let you down.
Till this day I don't know why you stuck around. A bad bitch like you easily could've fucked around cuz there a lot of rich n***az that Wana fuck you down.

But you said you believe in me, till this day I don't know what you see in me. Yeah I know that I got a lot of G in me but you could be with Nino Brown queen of CMB but you said you don't Wana thug. You always said I'm too smart to be sellin drugs. Every time I was broke man you gave me hugs, so now that I'm rich I gotta show a queen love.

See I don't know about your bitch,
But mine man I love her like my bread
Cuz I'm a street n***a my bread is all I got. Like my skrill, and n***a that's real. Because you say you love her that don't mean you ain't trill. Like my scratch and n***a that's that. When God made you it's like he made my perfect match.