Lyrics
[Z -Ro:] Don't come around my way, cause
I don't need a '
Nother fat weather friend, with a trick up his sleeve
Acting like you really my mother****er, but he after my cheese
Y'all mother****ers get me congested, move around and let me breathe
I remember when you mother****ers, ain't want me to hit the shit
Now that I'm rapping, you see me and tell me to hit the shit
Thinking you can get a
VIP pass, and get in free
But Joseph
McVey, is enough company for me
Wanna kick it with me, cause
I kick it with the high class
Y'all didn't wanna kick it, when
I was down on my ass
In my cordoroy britches, y'all was in
Louis Vatone
Laughing and pointing at a mother****er, trying to ruin my fun
For using the millennium, or money by the ton
You mother****ers ain't help me get it
I did it with no one
Mother****ers showing love back
I ain't showing none (y'all mother****ers don't have to)
Come to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapes
Cause who the hell should
I support,
I'ma still be straight
The less mother****ers around me, the better
I can concentrate
When I came face straight, or open up my chest plate
It could be ya death date, get beside yourself
We ain't cool,
I think you better rewind yourself
Before a cemetery, be where you can find yourself
So beat your feet, and let the do' close behind yourself
I don't need no friend,
I don't need no broad
Only thing
I need, is the help of the good
Lord Trying to kick it, but mother****ers sing to hard
Cause I'ma be keeping it real, they gon be keeping it fraud
A hundred and fifty-two percent, are real with me
So instead of keeping my mother****ers, get the steel with me
I can do bad one deep, so
I chill with heat (mother****er y'all mother****ers) [Hook:]
I don't need no help my mother****er
I can do bad on my own
And I don't need no company lil' mama, stop ringing my cellular phone
When I be down and out, nobody wanna come and kick it
I'm a nobody, until
I can **** with anyone
So when my money is long,
I don't need nobody to visit
Leave me lonely, like you did last time [Trae:]
I'm a asshole, and
I ain't trying to be rude
But I don't really give a damn, about none of y'all
You use to hate a mother****er tough, from way back in the day
First off, **** each and every one of y'all
I be a loner on my own, alone hang with my chrome
These mother****ers play, life so fraud
I peep game, to the
T Cause I don't want nobody, to catch a mother****er slipping on the
Boulevard
And on the other hand, just to make matters worse
I feel, they want me headed to the grave
And I ain't ready to leave,
I got my back planted against the wall
With a nine, about to mi*************ehave
Same old mother****er, with a friend or a foe
Pack your mother****er, and get the mother****er out the do'
Ain't no way, you hoes finna be a part of my life
A.B.N, is all that
I know You can try what you wanna, but
I ain't gon fail
Look at me now, and all the mother****ing that
I sell I'ma beat a mother****er trunk off, coast to coast
And everybody who doubt that, can go to hell
Sometimes
I'm right, sometimes
I'm wrong
And I don't give a ****, cause
I'm in my zone
All that hate you got, it only make a mother****er strong
So I like how it feel, when
I'm left all alone [ Hook ] [Trae:]
You must of thought
I forgot, when
I was stuck on the block
And I was broke, everybody laughed a lot
And now the tables have turned, you mother****ers fraud
And you know see
Trae, with his foot up on the gas a lot
Cause I don't trust you mother****ers
Give me fifty feet, 'fore
I rush you mother****ers
Move it around, cause
I don't **** with you mother****ers
To tell the truth,
I'm allergic to you mother****ers
Asshole for life, until a mother****er fly
Mother****ers don't stop, better go on pass by
And hoes, don't call my cellular phone
The only thing, that y'all know how to do is lie [Z - Ro:]
Why y'all mother****ers wanna rob wanna steal, that ain't real
How the ****
I'ma kick it with you, you ain't gon get me killed
I done seen a lot of blood, on the battlefield
Even though
I'm tired,
I be climbing up the ladder still
Ain't nobody words gon hurt me, even if they dessert me
I'ma still be grubbing, and drink a drink when
I'm thirsty
Just to be in my position, mother****ers ain't worthy
So they feminine conversations, don't even disturb me
I'm a gangsta, don't need another mother****er to grade me
If I'm in trouble, don't need nobody to save me
Steady losing composure, like my kon folk
Trae be I'ma handle my bidness, ain't nobody else made me [ Hook x2 ]
I don't need a '
Nother fat weather friend, with a trick up his sleeve
Acting like you really my mother****er, but he after my cheese
Y'all mother****ers get me congested, move around and let me breathe
I remember when you mother****ers, ain't want me to hit the shit
Now that I'm rapping, you see me and tell me to hit the shit
Thinking you can get a
VIP pass, and get in free
But Joseph
McVey, is enough company for me
Wanna kick it with me, cause
I kick it with the high class
Y'all didn't wanna kick it, when
I was down on my ass
In my cordoroy britches, y'all was in
Louis Vatone
Laughing and pointing at a mother****er, trying to ruin my fun
For using the millennium, or money by the ton
You mother****ers ain't help me get it
I did it with no one
Mother****ers showing love back
I ain't showing none (y'all mother****ers don't have to)
Come to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapes
Cause who the hell should
I support,
I'ma still be straight
The less mother****ers around me, the better
I can concentrate
When I came face straight, or open up my chest plate
It could be ya death date, get beside yourself
We ain't cool,
I think you better rewind yourself
Before a cemetery, be where you can find yourself
So beat your feet, and let the do' close behind yourself
I don't need no friend,
I don't need no broad
Only thing
I need, is the help of the good
Lord Trying to kick it, but mother****ers sing to hard
Cause I'ma be keeping it real, they gon be keeping it fraud
A hundred and fifty-two percent, are real with me
So instead of keeping my mother****ers, get the steel with me
I can do bad one deep, so
I chill with heat (mother****er y'all mother****ers) [Hook:]
I don't need no help my mother****er
I can do bad on my own
And I don't need no company lil' mama, stop ringing my cellular phone
When I be down and out, nobody wanna come and kick it
I'm a nobody, until
I can **** with anyone
So when my money is long,
I don't need nobody to visit
Leave me lonely, like you did last time [Trae:]
I'm a asshole, and
I ain't trying to be rude
But I don't really give a damn, about none of y'all
You use to hate a mother****er tough, from way back in the day
First off, **** each and every one of y'all
I be a loner on my own, alone hang with my chrome
These mother****ers play, life so fraud
I peep game, to the
T Cause I don't want nobody, to catch a mother****er slipping on the
Boulevard
And on the other hand, just to make matters worse
I feel, they want me headed to the grave
And I ain't ready to leave,
I got my back planted against the wall
With a nine, about to mi*************ehave
Same old mother****er, with a friend or a foe
Pack your mother****er, and get the mother****er out the do'
Ain't no way, you hoes finna be a part of my life
A.B.N, is all that
I know You can try what you wanna, but
I ain't gon fail
Look at me now, and all the mother****ing that
I sell I'ma beat a mother****er trunk off, coast to coast
And everybody who doubt that, can go to hell
Sometimes
I'm right, sometimes
I'm wrong
And I don't give a ****, cause
I'm in my zone
All that hate you got, it only make a mother****er strong
So I like how it feel, when
I'm left all alone [ Hook ] [Trae:]
You must of thought
I forgot, when
I was stuck on the block
And I was broke, everybody laughed a lot
And now the tables have turned, you mother****ers fraud
And you know see
Trae, with his foot up on the gas a lot
Cause I don't trust you mother****ers
Give me fifty feet, 'fore
I rush you mother****ers
Move it around, cause
I don't **** with you mother****ers
To tell the truth,
I'm allergic to you mother****ers
Asshole for life, until a mother****er fly
Mother****ers don't stop, better go on pass by
And hoes, don't call my cellular phone
The only thing, that y'all know how to do is lie [Z - Ro:]
Why y'all mother****ers wanna rob wanna steal, that ain't real
How the ****
I'ma kick it with you, you ain't gon get me killed
I done seen a lot of blood, on the battlefield
Even though
I'm tired,
I be climbing up the ladder still
Ain't nobody words gon hurt me, even if they dessert me
I'ma still be grubbing, and drink a drink when
I'm thirsty
Just to be in my position, mother****ers ain't worthy
So they feminine conversations, don't even disturb me
I'm a gangsta, don't need another mother****er to grade me
If I'm in trouble, don't need nobody to save me
Steady losing composure, like my kon folk
Trae be I'ma handle my bidness, ain't nobody else made me [ Hook x2 ]