Young role model nigga, chasing after old model women But buzzing like a nigga brought the whole bottle with him ***, I know I'm better than a whole lot of niggas Hey, but don't get mad at me, I gotta hold my position Had no pop to piss in, big bro got the trip and came home Out of prison, ain't no optimism in him Just a lot of magazines and a lot of issues My niggas blowing through that paper like a box of tissues And when you winning and them women wanna stop and frisk you They tried to cuff me recently, that *** just not as simple Knew I was popping before I popped the pimple I'm backstage, Barclays at the Jigga show without credentials Bitch, I be going skitzo, you niggas not as mental I'm pulling up with DJ, this *** is not a rental We been doing the Benzo with Julian and Tezo Get texts from my ex-ho, like, nigga, what you got in this city? You should've said so, lol, XO Bitch, I don't want your besos, I'm shooting for the bucks I'm trying bar like Eric Blair, so I done blared so much for this rap *** Cause I'm cut for this rap *** You cut from a fabric that was cut from a bad bitch It's a present for you niggas that's stuck in the past tense You niggas can't have money and still wouldn't have sense And we was pissed, my niggas ain't have *** And you kicked me when I was down Don't look for me, don't hit me, I'm not around Never been the type to put matter over my mind, *** But I guess it was just a matter of time I'm trying to align mine Between blessed and being stressed I walk a fine line like nine out of nine times I'm sidelines watching shorty with the pom-poms But she denied mine when it came to prime time And I should try and meet my mama cause it's my time Find dime, try and find dime on my dime What's your mind like? Bitch, what's your grind like? I give you lemons, could you turn that into limelight? It shine bright when the time right Can't get my mind right if I ain't get my mom's right She need her diamonds on Klondike Big ring, something like a prime time fight And now we got it understood Yeah, you know this that good Still faking though, just like I knew your bitch ass would, nigga And my brother rolling big backwoods And blowing in front of the pigs like the big bad wolf, nigga But we ain't living in no fairytale I'm well aware niggas scared as hell, I can see that very well Might bring that issue to your door, but I don't carry mail I don't be nowhere that you be, but I be everywhere, yeah And you kicked me when I was down Don't look for me, don't hit me, I'm not around Never been the type to put matter over my mind, *** But I guess it was just a matter of time, damn Don't look for me, don't hit me, I'm not around Never been the type to put matter over my mind, ***