
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Ay, how you feeling, Face?
Niggas ran away from home, we ran from dealin', Face
Started rappin', tryna stack up on a million, Ray
Never knew we had to live amongst a million fakes
And honestly, I can't feel my face
Money motivate, money come with hate
Let her ride with the stars, she ain't in the Wraith
I can't pass a piss test, I been sippin' drank
Damn, bitch, is you crazy, why you keep callin' me?
She don't want none if she can't get all of me
Don't call me with no pape' if you ain't got all of it
Mindstate George Bush, tryna get the oil, yeah
What the fuck you sippin', nigga? Put some more in there
I can't tell you 'bout the mall, man, I had to order that
Two K's, Kenan, Kel, you know I'm with all of that
Tell me how to lead the game, I'm the fuckin' quarterback
One thing I can never do is argue the truth
I'll break it down for you, but it's harder than school
Need a Hublot and a Tudor and a harlot or two
If I let you niggas tell it, I'll be partly the fool
Niggas turnt they back on me that was part of the crews
When you turnt your back on me, I wasn't hardly confused
Never turn my back on you, that was part of the rules
The world'd be fucked up if I did what you do
I got lobster ravioli, I got that for the crew
I got racks, yeah, they on me, she jumped right in the mood
I stood by the deep end and jumped right in the pool
I can still pull to the trenches any night with the goons
You got Amiris, so what? Throw it back, play my song, blow a rack
Niggas broke, they can't say what they want, they holdin' back
I was broke, man, I swear I hated that, ain't goin' back
She was bad, but ain't shit, cut her off, no goin' back
Monkey on my back 'cause I be trappin' in Bape
Send a lifeguard, your bitch got caught in the wave
I don't smile a lot, the clip look like a smirk on the K
Don't compare me to these niggas, that's a smack in the face
Been doin' this shit since back in the day, I don't know nothin' 'bout basic
Same lil' bitch who was fuckin' Ray wanna fuck me, think I made it
All these niggas wanna be my sons, I'll kill they ass like Kanan
Yeah, we write on paperwork, but, nigga, it ain't no statement
I'll show a nigga how to dress the white girl up, I ain't the Wayans
I'll hit a bomboclaat with 30 shots like I'm Jamaican
We them niggas drip with choppers on us, Wavy Navy
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
(Lee choppin' shit up)
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)