My desire to be the best, keeps a fire in my chest.. like acid reflux,
I'm tryin to be fresh, put this anxiety to rest.... and grab some big bucks,
its a game like chess, but right now I'm a mess... financially stuck,
cuz honestly I wanna be a man and come up without puttin my hands in some cuffs,
but thats the chance we take sellin grams and eighths,
and these bitches spreadin the news, like Nancy Grace,
cops chase me and spray me with a can of mace,
I'm angry, I can't breathe, feel like I just ran a race,
and forget bitches, I want real motherfuckas as my fan base,
cuz we don't take'em on no romantic dates to a fancy place,
and if they disrespect, yes, its a hand to the face,
stay gettin dome, but never take off her panties for a taste,
I don't wanna meet ur family, understand me, I just can't be fake,
I'm too true,
I'll make it right on the late nite, what it do do ?,
but I ain't ur mate for life, don't be fake like callin me boo-boo,
or honey buns or no cute little names like that,
i just love money and guns, you gettin gamed by a mack,
but i love ya when I'm blowin smoke from my lungs and ur brains in my lap,
but I'm going.. right after I cum... so don't be a pain in the back,
and I ain't sayin im'a be a player for life,
just waitin for the right one to come then maybe make her a wife,
but as of now, its nothin but sleezy hoes,
they too easy... and believe me, easy comes, easy goes,
said you was studyin to be a nurse, and yeah u go to church.. right...,
then why you wit me, tryin to let me hit it on the first night,
well listen girl, you better hold your purse tight,.
......I'm not mr right or your knight in shinin armor,
dont call me in the middle of the night cryin.. bitch.. find your momma,
im just tryin to live my life.. and I dont need that kind of drama....
I'm tryin to be fresh, put this anxiety to rest.... and grab some big bucks,
its a game like chess, but right now I'm a mess... financially stuck,
cuz honestly I wanna be a man and come up without puttin my hands in some cuffs,
but thats the chance we take sellin grams and eighths,
and these bitches spreadin the news, like Nancy Grace,
cops chase me and spray me with a can of mace,
I'm angry, I can't breathe, feel like I just ran a race,
and forget bitches, I want real motherfuckas as my fan base,
cuz we don't take'em on no romantic dates to a fancy place,
and if they disrespect, yes, its a hand to the face,
stay gettin dome, but never take off her panties for a taste,
I don't wanna meet ur family, understand me, I just can't be fake,
I'm too true,
I'll make it right on the late nite, what it do do ?,
but I ain't ur mate for life, don't be fake like callin me boo-boo,
or honey buns or no cute little names like that,
i just love money and guns, you gettin gamed by a mack,
but i love ya when I'm blowin smoke from my lungs and ur brains in my lap,
but I'm going.. right after I cum... so don't be a pain in the back,
and I ain't sayin im'a be a player for life,
just waitin for the right one to come then maybe make her a wife,
but as of now, its nothin but sleezy hoes,
they too easy... and believe me, easy comes, easy goes,
said you was studyin to be a nurse, and yeah u go to church.. right...,
then why you wit me, tryin to let me hit it on the first night,
well listen girl, you better hold your purse tight,.
......I'm not mr right or your knight in shinin armor,
dont call me in the middle of the night cryin.. bitch.. find your momma,
im just tryin to live my life.. and I dont need that kind of drama....