Lord, this life, she with you I done been there, seen it* it, I'm breathin', dog Bitches, they suckin' SKShe see these hoes I remember back in sixth gradeBitch was tryin' to hove it You see me out, it's probably with Boots, Sean, and KobeDon't try * stupid when I'm out, got a shot like KobeTryin' to make the bankroll stretch from Osborne to Cody* that rhymin', bitch, I can't just fake or lie on thisI tell it how it is, you probably think I'm just rhymin' and *Tellin' bitches feels, talkin' bout all these dollars and *I'm tryin' to tell a hoe I ain't got no dollars for the bitchYeah, I ain't, nigga, test me, wrong place, wrong timeDoggy caught me with his bitch, I'm wrong place, wrong time with bitchesBut that boy better not try *, I fight itYeah, that pussy smooth, but I don't think this * worth dyin', *, niggaI don't know what you lyin', *, boy, I ain't so, niggaI got these bitches lined up, Rashad that niggaYou know I got mind tuck, this * get crazyTreat * like my blunts, I'm just bout to face themBitch, you got a nice butt, what's up with the face, dog?Y'all bitches come put it on me, I ain't bout to play roughWatch out, he a soldier, boy, he got the DracoDo this bitch like Soulja Boy and let it crank on youShe thought that I was hard, bitch, I got the yeahBut we ain't gotta disregard that, I put this bitch onI know you heard that I'm a door, babyAnd you know I'm not, you probably thinkin' that it's all rapBut I'm the type to show you, I ain't gon' talk you to death at allI'm only comin' to your spot if that chick involvedY'all niggas ain't on *, can't get checked at allI'm the type to laugh at all, come back, spray the carBeen tryin' to work on my mind, this * a mental gameI can't let no extra emotions get in my wayTell myself, like, what you and this * felt anywayI'm smarter, nigga, a hundred ways, and we in the gameI'm the type to show you, I ain't gon' talk you to death at all*