Chip On My Shoulder

[Intro: Cash Kidd] (I'm Kured) All this fake love Hope my dawgs still love me the way I love them We been way up Everybody hands out, if I say no, it's, "Fuck him" [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] Just the pants and the shirt damn near cost a nickel Been broke all your life, you ain't gon' never solve the riddle? She throw that neck for everybody, she the artificial These niggas never drop shit like they argumentative Pull up to the scene, they like, "There go Marc, bitch" If gettin' money is a must, then I can't smell your armpit Same bitch you hatin' on me to gon' fuck me off rip Used to wear my dog's shit, now I'm up dog shit (No cap) Yeah, can't leave the game, bitch, I'm knee-deep Yeah, never needed hoes, bitches need me Just took a trip to Arizona, not the sweet tea Stopped tryna do fraud, but it's hard when everything free Just fucked the shit out your thot to a deep sleep Nigga, don't get beat by the chop like Chief Keef Swan, that's my brother, you see him, then you gon' see me (My nigga) SWV, I'm the reason your bitch knees weak You might catch me daydreamin' 'cause I stay schemin' Nigga, you a fake demon, your bitch late creepin' When you call, she fake sleepin' while she take semen Count money, I keep prayin', had to thank Jesus When we slide on a nigga, bitch, that Drac' singin' Loaded 40 on me, loadin' up some bank pieces Nigga, check the scoreboard, 'cause we ain't even at all [Chorus: Cash Kidd] Yeah, why you ain't believe in your dog? Damn, I had visions seein' us ball Baby, why you ain't believe in your nigga? Yeah, what you ain't see in your nigga? Guess you thought you seen in those niggas Ayy, huh Ran up some money I thought I'd never have Chip on my shoulder reason why I'm in my bag Now I'm on posters, I got friends I never had My bitch get spoiled 'cause she really never ask A hundred choppers, strike me wrong and that's your ass If it's a problem, pull up suited like The Mask Hopped out my feelings, then I hopped right in my bag Got out my feelings like my teeth was hurting bad Yeah, left her in the past Ayy [Verse 2: Mozzy] Fuck a hand thing, I really carry cake Spend a band eating Flemings damn near every day Financially unstable, you's a featherweight I show up twenty minutes late so we ain't gotta wait You bitches ain't suckin' dick, please evacuate If it ain't come from California, put your pack away I pull up on you in this Lam', that's how I navigate Laminate obituaries when they pass away Hey, we ain't looking for no problems 'cause we got enough I tell 'em pay me what you owe me, this is not enough Free the Skipper, what's his number? Nigga, call him up We ain't forgot about them numbers you was tossin' up I put him on, ain't never double back and follow up He just tryna rock Dior and get his follows up I posted hella niggas' bail, that was out of love A lil' hatred gon' always come with a lot of love [Chorus: Cash Kidd] Yeah, why you ain't believe in your dog? Damn, I had visions seein' us ball Baby, why you ain't believe in your nigga? Yeah, what you ain't see in your nigga? Guess you thought you seen in those niggas Ayy, huh Ran up some money I thought I'd never have Chip on my shoulder reason why I'm in my bag Now I'm on posters, I got friends I never had My bitch get spoiled 'cause she really never ask A hundred choppers, strike me wrong and that's your ass If it's a problem, pull up suited like The Mask Hopped out my feelings, then I hopped right in my bag Got out my feelings like my teeth was hurting bad Yeah, left her in the past Ayy [Outro] (I'm Kured)