Lyrics
Chamberlain, he's got it
Ayy, swear I hate these pussy-ass niggas and these haters
Why I ain't blow? Cause I been in that field like the Raiders
Niggas do something for you, throw it in your face, fuck your favor
Street nigga tryna bond with these pussy-ass labels
Feeling like Lil' Fat Dawg, I count my money backwards
Focus on me, fuck what a nigga doin', that shit don't even matter
Turn a bad bitch down, cause I got bitches badder
Ayy, she gon' keep my heart pure and she love me better
Niggas sell a pound and make a song and think they on my level
This shit in me, boy, not on me, bitch, go get your shit together
How you hate a nigga? Smile in his face and shake his hand
That shit flaw ass hell, other words, you ain't no man
Put my life up on the line, dawg, I protect the brand
Can't handle all my enemies, protect me from my friends
Swear I learned my lesson from these pussy-ass niggas
Swear I learned my lesson from these messy ass hoes
Fuck a driver, I'm the one that drove them boxes up the road
Real demon fell back and went to God to clean my soul
Who the streets want, Lou? Who the streets need, Lou
I was on the block when Shawty was at the shop with Chrissy Poo
Finna flood the streets so much until they say I'm sick of you
Show them what this stick ah do, big ol' house with the pool
Xan took me to the doctor, showed me profit with the blues
Did a crime with my partner, smoked the blunt, then watched the news
Tell these rappers, you ain't with me, get out of my way, bitch, move
I ain't perfect, but on worth it I ain't perfect, bitch, at all
Prayin' for my youngin', he don't listen, hate to see him fall
Don't answer my phone unless it's money, so you don't got it, don't even call
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