Like a sprained ankle boy I aint nothin to play wit
When raindrops hit the tin roof it's crazy. That's a metaphor, did I lose you baby?
Couple of artists got words for me, that's never fun. They say it's on when they see me, that day don't ever come.
Don't lie to the girl of your life for the hoe of the night
I'm never scared, they never real, I never run. When all is said and done, more is always said than done.
I get it, I get it. I get it, I get it. Your hustle don't ever go unnoticed baby, I'm wit you, I'm wit it.