Waters

[Intro]

P. Soul on the track

Yeah

Uh, yo

[Verse]

Hoes, I don't really love 'em

Touch, but I never trust 'em

Foes, I don't think none of 'em

God, so they can't one up 'em

Stress, parties, I duck 'em

Work, records, I tuck 'em

I been stackin', stockin', gifted, you would think I stuff 'em

Me, from a different family tree

They don't really want this shit

Try to give 'em the light and they leave

You hangin' like ornament, uh

Shit feel like a tournament, look

I'm in the race with greats, feelin' like Big, Born Again, uh

I'm feelin' like Pac, du-pla-cated, back with my boo-lay

Like she Haitian, uh

That love is voodoo, yeah

Y'all on that same shit

See, that's that doo-doo

Wallet empty, pop, small pockets, stepped, mutulu, ooh

Now I'm the man of the house, little juju