[Verse 1: Nino Man]
I'd rather be broke, before I'm uncomfortable
When you tell niggas no, they try to come for you
But when you tell niggas yes, they try to come for you
Causing smoke when they could've just smoked a blunt with you
What's up with you?
Dusty ass niggas, looking for attention
Same niggas folding, when you took them on a mission
Same nigga [?] when you took him through the trenches
Same nigga told, when they booked him on the benches
I don't even know why I [?] niggas
We dealing with know it alls, always right ass niggas
You just ate, but you still want a bite ass nigga
And you [?] that's why you always wanna fight ass nigga
Look
I ain't even mad, I'm just making [?] my back
I be looking forward to it, I be in my bag
I show you how tours do it
When you spitting crack
You don't need a course to it
Listen, the thugs need it, hoes gon' use it
See, you just a goofy, with the same old music
Hit you with a pack, better pray you don't lose it
Or they gon' start clapping, like they saying no music
Like how you gon' get the chetter?
You just piss niggas off, gotta get your shit together
I'm on Rick Ross [?], I'm tryna get rich forever
Whenever I'm around, shit look like a get together
[Verse 2: Dave East]
Half these niggas don't even know what they wanna be
Times be passing them bye, I be confused
Don't try to stand next to the nigga with the money
[?] the nigga with the [?]
Feel me?
80 on wake ups
Oatmeal and cardio
[?] raised by wolves, you know [?]
He took a [?] and threw a shell, thought he was Mario
Pack your funeral with [?] your local [?]
The ones that never helped out, telling you how they stressed out
I ain't invite you, so you can go and let yourself out
I'm Martin in the crib, get to stepping, it ain't no Jeena here
Where niggas was at, when it was just me and the fiend in here?
When [?] stopped taking [?] I was [?]
45, no [?] I was plotting
Shooter let me boro [?] Pu Shysty [?]
Change a nigga [?]
Never helped me get a sandwich, but wanna talk about some bread
Bringing up homies that passed, but I don't talk about the dead
I don't wanna jump in niggas' cars, I walk around instead
[?]
[?]
Passed a hundred tirkies out, no blog post
I don't remember your face, when we was all broke
A bunch of bitches I [?] barking, it's a dog show
Talking all that jazz like [?] coach
Salt Lake City, [?] cop T's on Broadway with me
Rolling dutch [?] up in the hallway with me
4 pistols in the club, I guess we all have [?]
Swung a bat at his bald head, stitch look like a baseball
They ain't listening, [?] talk
[?] restaurant, and you passed the steak sauce
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