I can't do without youI can't do without youI can't do without youI can't do without youStop sweating me over little thingsYou know what I'm trying to do, dudeI'm only trying to make it betterFor me and the family and youIf I sit around the house all dayThen I'm a sorry ass punkI'm a failure, I flunkDamn if I do, damn if I don'tTherefore I must proceedMust proceedGet my money up to speedWhether it's working a nine to fiveProducing and rapping or selling weedWeed fellasI want you to be straight outStraight outHave you ever took your braStraight outSomewhere and she cut upGet to accusing you of lookingAt the next bitch's buttKnowing she a slutWith more miles on herThan whatThan an 18 wheeler truckSee relationships go wrongAnd it's a factOver insecuritiesAnd communication gapsBut I ain't gonna lieNot only womenBut us hustlersGet a little jealousAccuse our brawlsOf looking at other brothersGuess that's just natureBut I can deal withIgnorance ***, babyLike getting all in my faceAnd talking crazyTalking crazyI can't do without youWithout youWithout youWithout youI can't do without youWithout youWithout youWithout youI can't do without youWithout youWithout youWithout youI can't do without youWithout youWithout youWithout youIt's bad enoughI'm out here punkingWith the other sideOther sideWhy you be thinkingI be wanting you to driveIn case they pull up on the sideI'ma bust them with my bangerStop them in they tracksTurn they ride into a pasta strainAs far as the homiesI don't need no dead weightWith no goals in they lifeThey trying to get no cakeIt's a lot of phony people out thereYes they areInstead of pulling me to the sideLike a real oneAnd having a sidebarYou'd rather say *** about meThat you won't say to my faceAnd if you say it in my faceYou gon' make me catch a caseThat's why I drink wineAnd smoke herbCause it relaxes meI got a temper problemSend a sucker to the mortuaryFar from a fairyThis hustle stick to the scriptBet some of these guysGot bitch waysBruh they suspectYepIt's a different world nowThey doing anythingA lot of them supposed to beCalled gangstersGet in jail and singBut I remain solidNot potato saladWhat is it?If I go to the penI'ma marry my broadOn the strength of countryGo visitSpeaking of my broadLet me get back on the topicIf we gon' be togetherWe gon' be togetherBut on that extra ***Stop it cuzBitchI can't do without youWithout youWithout youWithout youI can't do without youWithout youWithout youWithout youI can't do without youWithout youWithout youWithout youI can't do without youWithout youWithout youWithout youShe's always in my hairIn my hairI turn aroundAnd she's notShe says that she's the one for me I just respond with baby pleaseI can do without you, without you, without you, without youI can do without you, without you, without you, without youI can do without you, without you, without you, without youI can do without you, without you, without you, without youI can do without you, without you, without you, without youI can do without you, without you, without you, without youI can do without you, without you, without you, without youI can do without you, without you, without you, without youFourI'll see you next time.