All About U E

Half drunk, creeping low, getting home late. Roadblocks on the bridge, but I'm home safe. Westside retail like it's home plate. Hustle niggas to the game, it's the home base. They don't wanna see me go back to the Old me. Popping Xans, sipping proud, that's the old Me. Had to wise up and listen to my OGs. Hoes choose, so I let 'em run with Kobe. New bitch caramel, she a cold piece. Old bitch still love me, still the same G. Still on D-Bar like the seven is. This shit that you niggas ain't never did. Ask 40, done seen how a nigga live. Still the same dude since I was a little Kid. One-twelve in the back, smoke another Bic. One-twelve in the back, watch her smoke a Bic. 'Cause you the only one to wake a nigga Up, hopping out, hopping out the motherfucking bed. 'Cause when she hit my phone at 3 AM, The only thing she call about is some motherfucking Bread. Square niggas get nothing for some pussy, Have 'em running to the door before she talking 'bout some head. Still in my bathrobe, House shoes, high tech, my soda bleeding Motherfucking red. So I ain't got time for these Hoes that be playing with these games, know a Grown man need sleep. 'Cause I be hanging out with the homies in The turf damn near seven days of the week. Bitch, no, we ain't fucking. You ain't coming off the blade just to come Here and dirty up my sheets. Keep a spot for these hoes, never keep 'em At a house. Young nigga, let me tell you 'bout these streets. It's all about you, my Babe. Only you. It's all about you. That's what I tell myself every day. Still remember getting curved like the letter J. The rap game didn't wanna see me levitate. So I sent hundred packs to that man Jay Every other day. Shit, my granny told me crime'll Never pay. Four kids, no bread, baby mamas on My head. Shit like this, it could never stay. So I had to be selfish for a little Bit. Put my life on the line for the Lifestyle created. I woulda never did that for some Nigga shit. Talking 'bout jewelry, cars, Hoes, bitches. Shit ain't never been my M. O., Shit. But a nigga had a gang of that Shit. Things used to be so simple, but they Ain't no more. 'Cause I ain't none of that No more, and I ain't going back no more. Bullshit, I'm a no-show. Motherfucker, check the field, I'm a GoPro. Every time I go, go, over. On the real shit, I'm surrounded. Ever wonder why I'm that one nigga that the Loud mouth old niggas don't seem to get loud With? 'Cause everything's in the eyes, Dawg. Don't let them things tell you lies, dawg. Learn quick, treat your life like a prize, dawg. There's a lot of girls that I love I'm Never gon' see again. Them hoes disloyal, so I gotta make sure that They all see me win. Yes, it is.