Problem with these other niggas they aint never real
Word on road is the clique about to blow. You ain't gotta run and tell nobody they already know
I still deliver like a midwife
Drug dealers live vicariously through me
I would say that I'm more moved by melody, even though I love to rap.
Callin my ex-girl or e-mailin my mama, you're the only one that's causin me this drama.