They love you when you up but they hate you when you broke nigga Where the fuck was you when I was sleeping on the floor nigga Back in '09 put the game in a choke nigga Real shit and rappers took notes nigga Time to kill this [?] rap shit I ain't no joke nigga They like where you been in the booth cooking coke nigga Came back crack I just hit it with a fork nigga Y'all must've forgot that I'm still a New York nigga, squad I done changed the whole fucking sound of rap All of these other nigga just a bunch of copy cats Shout out to Khaled for making this hot song But now that I got on it it's going right in the body bag Niggas ain't gangsta most these niggas feminine Fronting like they hard but we knowing that they impotent What you trying to sell nigga I don't buy that [?] shit Every thing a lie nothing real in their sentences I got real niggas in the jail serving sentences Bitches want to know what's going on I always send them pics Always answer all their calls they just want to reminisce And talk about the feeling the first time a Rollie hit my wrist Before the deals moving weight like fitness But feel in love with rap money cause it made a nigga rich First they love you then they don't, why you hurting nigga flip But when you on they want to come around and reap the benefits They ain't believe in me they said I wouldn't hit I'll miss Look at me now I got a middle of December wrist How you haters feel now bet you didn't picture this Shopping sprees every day no reason for a Christmas list [?] got me started now I got to finish it It's mines cause I bought these niggas just renting shit These niggas just talking, me I'm really living it We used to eat Ramen now it's steaks for the dinner dish Pull up in that ghost like everyday is Halloween These nigga jealous just like the Celtics all these niggas green Thank God for the blessings and the real ones in my team Balling like the Spurs in the finals trying to get a ring Nigga you don't want no problems unless you a mathematician I suggest you don't bother, try me if you want to You get boped like a [?] My aim is on track like a martyr Real rap bang sayonara Speak with my actions I ain't ever been a talker Never on the bench since a youngin was a starter Blood gang real write nigga I'm an author Really with the shits like Nino and the Carter Squad Who these niggas sleeping on not me I ain't no mattress Damn, [?] you was an actress Forever counting money I got a money habit Still the same nigga only thing that changed was my addressTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
