(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice...)



It's all Habibis ting, ya?



Yeah, my side girl got a 5S with the screen cracked

Still hit me back right away, better not never hesitate

Don't come around thinkin' you gettin' saved

Tryna show the dogs brighter days, got a torch tryna light the way

Biting everybody which is ironic 'cause your next album probably won't ever see the light of day

Half assed but you let 'em down

But I guess that's how you nigga's gettin' down

I'm so high up I'm like, how is nigga's really gettin' down?

I could never have a kid then be out here still kiddin' around

Boys playin' around, where you really wanna take it now?

I got a hundred fifty thousand dollars for an after party and I gave it to the killas just to break it down

Bring us up, I never take us down

But if you bring me up then they might take you down

Fake f**k with me back then but it's gettin hard for you to fake it now

f**k being rich when I'm forty, man, I'm tryna make it now