Man, I'm on some shit right now I'm on some, some, some rich nigga shit Some millionaire shit 'Cause lot you niggas is pussy All you niggas is broke I know these niggas is not really doin' what they pretendin' be Suck my dick, bitch I don't really care

Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shining, so act like why'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Counting out stacks and macking out hoes Pushing big dicks

This song goes out to my mother The one I love And the one I lost When it comes down to her Thinkin' about what my mother's done for me The love she's given me Makes it easy to do a song like this So this one's for you ma

All along it was me who changed. Morning now waits for me. What I have to gain does not matter If what I give is all to You. I have seen the stars full And the sun rise again, But You are yet to change. You are all that is worth living for.

Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul, Hey, black mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, don't care what I do, Hey, mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, baby, don't care what I do. You take a brown-skinned

Tonight's the night It'll be alright Don't stop moving baby Oh don't stop moving baby I can feel the night time coming I can feel my resistance falling so low Don't you know baby you got it This hold on me But I love just what you're doing

Still alone, all at sea, Still there's no-one to care for me. When there's no hand to hold my hand, Life is a loveless tale, I don't know what day it is, Or if it's dark out there; Somehow that's just the way it is, And I don't really care! I go to this

I really believe that I'm glad It doesn't matter what I say You never listen anyway Just don't know what you're looking for Imagination's all I have But ever then you say it's bad Just can't see why we disagree Casual conversations how they bore me They

I can make it bounce by myself 3 chainz, owww Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards And skate off after, engage in laughter ‘bout what just happened Fingers and napkins get sent to mammies, is that too graphic? Catch you in traffic, you

Damn, here we go again Everything I'm not, made me everything I am People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everybody sayin' what's not for him Common passed on this beat I made it to a jam Now everything I'm not, made me everything I am I'll