Bitch Got Me Fucked Up

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I went all around the states couple months on the tour drinking Jameson every night til I was floating off the floor never once did I go raw when fucking a groupie whore or vomit out my sprinter van door

Nah bitch you got me fucked up

Bitch you got me fucked up

Bitch you got me fucked up

Bitch you got me fucked up

Bitch you got me fucked up

Couple of hoes in my bathroom

They probably snorting coke

When they get out they gonna gobble dick

Until they gotta sore throat

I don't judge a soul man

I was born poor and broke

Had to get the last laugh

Cause niggas took me for a joke

Becoming a star was hard

But I stuck to the script

Seen a lot of shit hollow tips

Stuffed in my clip

25 in the duffle

Put my trust in the brick

I ain't want to touch shit

We cook it up then we flip

Earning our ghetto salary

They wondering how did we get

That powdery shit

Over the border we had a strategy

Talking codes on the mobile phone

The homie got a mobile home

And see those come equipped

With a backup battery

If you hollow that battery out

Then you can stash a key

This the way it has to be

Til rappers giving cash to me

I hear niggas on beats

They talking big like they Meech

I was just a young nigga who was out here

Eating on these streets

4200 a piece a pound of that good kush

Its all investments I got the capital if you push push

I put some money on some activists

Some money on some meth

I put some Louies on my feet

Now niggas watch my every step

I got some oxys on deck

I got some diamonds on my neck

I got homies getting sweat

They getting time right and left

My karma is looking ugly

My conscience is talking loud