Throw em a bone and they want a steak.
Me, my niggas and some Madonna hoes that look just like virgins but trust they down to go.
I'm mischievous, but I'm calculated.
I'm confused tell me where we go wrong? I was sure that I would be with you for so long.
Rappers aren't the really rich ones. We all have nice houses with studios and cars, but you need a piece of someone's business to be super wealthy.
Never thoughts of suicide, I'm too alive. But I still treat it like it's do or die.. even though dyin' isn't in the plans, but neither was makin' it and here I am