I ain't into makin' friends And the time that I spend By myself gon' pay off I hope you don't take offense If you're mad about it, then Y'all should fuck way off (x4) Yeah...
They been fuckin' wit' each other, they ain't playin' wit' me Boys that wish that they were brothers ain't related to me I'm the mothafuckin' man, they all babies to me I been faded in some places you need paper to be
I jus' kick 'em out the section like, "Go, go, go!" I ain't even stressin' like, "Yo, yo, yo!" They tryna cause a problem like, "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" And the homie come an' solve it on the low, low low
I mean, really, they been trippin', they ain't nothin' to me How they day-one snitchin', that is somethin' to see I go back a generation up the family tree Cut it off at the roots, watch 'em fall like leaves
I just watched a couple strippers take their clothes off Then they over at my table like, "I know y'all!" I'm like, "I ain't even doubt it, I been so raw" Here's my number, I'll ignore it if you hoes call Yeah...
I've been schemin' by myself 'Cuz I don't need no help I've been chillin' all alone I've been livin' in my zone, yeah
I ain't into makin' friends And the time that I spend By myself gon' pay off I hope you don't take offense If you're mad about it, then Y'all should fuck way off I'm not tryna make amends If you tryna be a man Understand and lay off When I'm layin' down my head I got money on my mind And y'all gon' stay off
Way way way way off! (I said "Way off!") Way off wit' the drama, boy! Way way way way off! (I said "Way off!") I'm your mothafucka, you are just a mama's boy! (x2)
Me, myself, and I, yeah, I don't fuck wit' the team If you feel like you can, then it's not what it seems I'll run up in your crib while your family asleep And you'll die in real life, you alive in the dream, though
Oh! I'm the bro, bro, bro If they talkin' shit, I'll let 'em die slow, slow, slow I ain't tired, but you know I'm on a roll, roll, roll I'm a diamond and I made it outta coal, coal, coal
I'm in Compton and a homie got a vest on If you livin' on a prayer, he gon' bless y'all Put a cross on your chest, then he press y'all Leave you all over the table like a mess hall
Buncha people in the north tryna fuck up my night I ain't goin' back 'n' forth 'cause I know that I'm right I've been out in California and I'm livin' my life For real, I tried'a warn ya, but I guess it's alright
I've been schemin' by myself 'Cuz I don't need no help I've been chillin' all alone I've been livin' in my zone, yeah
Ev'ry finger got a ring, though I'm just tryna do my thing, bro Smokin' weed in the range rove' Makin' fun of these lame hoes I'mma let the phone ring, bro I'mma try to take a king's throne Yo, we are not the same, bro I'm not in it for the fame, though
I ain't into makin' friends And the time that I spend By myself gon' pay off I hope you don't take offense If you're mad about it, then Y'all should fuck way off I'm not tryna make amends If you tryna be a man Understand and lay off When I'm layin' down my head I got money on my mind And y'all gon' stay off
Way way way way off! (Way off!) Way off wit' the drama, boy! Way way way way off! (Way off!) I'm your mothafucka, you are just a mama's boy! (x2) Way way way way off! (Way off!) Way way way way off!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
