It's best you raise a vote, cause I'm here for chin checkin, so *** them other niggas
I'm who you should be respectin, cause I reckon that I've been the only one down from day
one.
Oh no, and you know, of course, I'm bout to pull that cord, Lord.
Let's talk about when you was locked up, you told me call your niggas, I couldn't find
your niggas.
I paged them, and paged them from the dusk till the dawn, then I caught one about six
in the morning.
I told him everything that you told me to tell him, he said that he would meet me round
11, and I'm still waiting on 11.
Heaven knows I went to every address that you gave me, niggas momma's acting shady,
all hearing lies from they old ladies.
The baby sick so he couldn't bring the money to you.
He caught the flu, so he couldn't bring the money to you, but you.
Yes, you be like a chicken with your head cut off, running for your boys, hustlin for
your boys.
Your boys.
On the streets they was your number one soul.
Your boys.
KC Found sent you in that hell hole.
Your boys.
They used to say they got your back, they got your back.
Your boys.
Now I'm saying where they at, where they at.
Your boys.
You love so much who you give your all.
Your boys.
It doesn't mean you make them jailhouse calls.
Your boys.
You floss with, you shot with, you fought with.
Your boys.
Them niggas ain't doing ***.
Fifteen hundred dollars of jailhouse calls, I accepted.
I accepted.
My cable bill was due, you needed tennis shoes, so I neglected myself.
I called that sucker who you killed the nigga for.
He said his hands was tight, I cried, oh, but for sure.
He drives a 95 Land Cruiser, ain't got the balls to hurt a fly, but got balls big enough
to use ya.
I proved her.
So many times them sellouts wasn't down, but since your ass been home, that's all the ***
you hang around.
Them clowns used to tell you that they staying off them streets, but they be at the clubs.
It's out a seven day week.
Bustin shop gear, pushin fat rides, sippin on daiquiris while you was in the cage seat.
Now how I'm close to free.
Your boys.
You love so much who you give your all.
Your boys.
Them niggas ain't doing ***.
Fifteen hundred dollars of jailhouse calls, I accepted.
I accepted.
It's out a seven day week.
Bustin shop gear, pushin fat rides, sippin on daiquiris while you was in the cage seat.
Now how I'm close to free.
You wonder why I boot them up, I boot em up cause nigga I got reason.
They only come when it's convenient and at your expense.
So I resent each of them cause your boys didn't send you a dime, didn't drop you one line.
Now you know why they can't look you in the eye while I struggle paying bills and taking
care of your kids.
I'm sending you a little something plus handling bills so *** your boys.
On the street they was your number one soul, can't be found since you in that hell hole.
They used to say they got your back, they got your back.
Now I'm saying where they at, where they at.
You love so much who you give your all.
Be ducking when you make them jailhouse calls.
You clock with, you shock with, you pop with.
Them niggas ain't did ***.
When you on the streets you a baller, no one's greater.
So tell me is it me or are your boys the player haters?
Cause when you in the gym they seem to like it that way.
Not giving a ***, my son ain't seen his dad another day.
They say they handle ***, I'm still saying what the *** up.
Cause on your court date the witnesses still showed up.
But now you creeping off with them niggas by them bitches.
But boy if I catch you, you gon' need some ***ing stitches.
I took so ***ing much sometimes I feel I'm about to bust.
My pressure steady up because it seems you can't see ***.
You need some friends that bad you let them kick you in the ass.
Then when I let them know you tell me keep my mouth closed.
It's blessed I get a policy cause ***ing around with them half ass OG's.
You gon' sleep in Providence experience.
Taught me the true meaning of a friend.
And my definition don't say *** for niggas like them.
Cause now you in a heap against some OG drama.
So should I handle up or should I call up on your boy's partner?
This goes out to them niggas kicking we don't love them hoes.
Well you better be chauffeured.
You better realize that that sister that be down for you.
That's the one who you should give your all to.
Cause them niggas that run around say they all for you.
They might just be your foes you know.
Some player haters.
A sister be hustling, struggling.
Sending you money orders, accepting calls.
Writing y'all trying to keep y'all sanity.
Proving y'all love.
And where them niggas be?
You know, your homies.
Your cliques.
Your partners.
Your mother***ing boys.
Where they at nigga?
Where they at nigga?