About That E

Yeah. It's real life. You turned your back on me, you did it Like I thought you would. Driver's seat that new foreign, who you callin' a Scrub? With a pocket full of huns, bitch, I'm Number one. Bust a nut, never call her, I'm My daddy's son. Bust down cost two-sixty of them Green faces. It's only right that I had them Put the green face and no Patek for leavin' Me to run the tatted slime. Spent a fortune and I still ain't never ran The time. The chances I been takin', I been Dreamin', I been chasin'. Face to face with death, I got the strap and he be hatin'. Funny actin' niggas make me laugh, ain't no Handshakin'. Might kidnap your daughter if these Chains get taken. Did you get the memo? This ain't instrumental, and this a paper tag, Don't mean that I drive a rental. It mean I'm duckin' pigs federally, courts is civil, And them cameras on the buildings tryna take my Info. Life get hard, it's the belly of the Beast. Took my homies to the source, show some Niggas how to eat. Cut a couple niggas off And they forgot without me. Same niggas touched the bag and never thought about Me. Tell me how you ever been the breadwinner Of your squad. Fuck squad, 'cause half of them Niggas be fraud. Free P, free my killers, Ten toes, that's a fact. Bustin' spreads, bustin' heads, name wrote a single MAC. Palm Angel sweatsuit cost a stack. Took his bitch, he gon' have to sell a Dream to get her back. I'm the illest in The city, don't forget about that. If you die about that, you better live about That, This some top dog shit, smokin' gas, Won't pass it. Pass her to the team, I Don't wanna say I had her. Gotta gather all My thoughts, I been feelin' kinda lost. Take a trip to YSL, I don't wear Hugo Boss. Keepin' my distance, why everybody trippin'? If you was born alone, why you trippin' how You livin'? Gotta get it how you live, gotta Get it while it's given. If you was born Alone, why the fuck you niggas trippin'? Tell me how you ever been the breadwinner of Your squad. Fuck squad, 'cause half of them niggas Be fraud. Free P, my killers, ten toes, That's a fact. Bustin' spreads, bustin' heads, name Wrote a single MAC. Palm Angel sweatsuit cost a Stack. Took his bitch, he gon' have to sell A dream to get her back. I'm the illest In the city, don't forget about that. If you die about that, you better live about That, ayy.