Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong.And everybody who doubt that can go to hell.I'm a beat a nigga trunk off coast to coast.Look at me now & all the shit that I sell.You can try what you wanna but I ain't gon' fail.Ain't no way you hoes finna be a part of my life.Pack your shit & get the ***** out the door.And I ain't ready to leave, I got my back planted against the wall.I feel they want me headed to the grave.And on the other hand, just to make matters worse.'Cause I don't want nobody to catch a nigga slippin' on the Boulevard.I be a loner on my own alone hang with my chrome.First off ***** each & every one of y'all.You use to hate a nigga tough from way back in the day.But I don't really give a damn about none of y'all.I'm a ***** & I ain't tryin' to be rude.Leave me lonely like you did last time.So when my money is long I don't need nobody to visit.When I be down & out nobody wanna come & kick it.And I don't need no company lil' mama, stop ringin' my cellular phone.I don't need No Help my nigga, I can do bad on my own.I can do bad one deep, so I chill with heat.So instead of keepin' my niggas, get the steel with me.'Cause I'm a be keepin' it real, they gon' be keepin' it fraud.Tryin' to kick it, but mutha*****ers sing too hard.Only thing I need is the help of the good Lord.I don't need no friend, I don't need no broad.So get your feet & let the door' close behind yourself.

Before a cemetery, be where you can find yourself.We ain't cool? I think you better rewind yourself.It could be your death date, get beside yourself.When I came face straight, or open up my chest plate.The less niggas around me, the better I can concentrate.'Cause with or without you support I'm a still be straight.Come to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapes.***** showin' love back, I ain't showin' none.You niggas ain't help me get it, I did it with no one.For usin' the millennium or money by the ton.Laughin' & pointin' at a nigga tryin' to ruin my fun.In my corduroy britches y'all was in Louis Vaton.Y'all didn't wanna kick it when I was down on my ass.Wanna kick it with me 'cause I kick it with the high class.But Joseph McVey is enough company for me.Thinkin' you can get a VIP pass & get in free.Now that I'm rappin' you see me & tell me to hit the weed.I remember when you niggas ain't want me to hit the weed.Y'all niggas get me congested, move around & let me breathe.Actin' like he really my nigga, but he after my cheese.Another fat weather friend with a trick up his sleeve.Don't come around my way 'cause I don't need.

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