Reporting live from the fucking gutter bitch I ain't talking nothin' but big money shit I ain't talking nothin' but big money bitch I ain't talking about some real money shit And she love it dog, yeah, yeah But these the times we gotta live through (I

Hold on, hold on She used to make me happy Ain't always cool But it's alright It's not a sad song really It's not a sad song, sad song, yeah And I stopped taking your messages Never stopped loving you So hold on, baby

I ain't got nobody Lookin' out for me I am afraid Look around from time to time If you see me lookin' don't pay me no mind Let me tell you what I'm tryin' to find A girl who's for real all the time She don't have to wear a wig

Gemini, woke up on the wrong side of the sheets Like really I shoulda been born on Halloween I ain't no demon semen, but I do evil deeds My daddy won't ever see me, I ain't no devil's seed I don't remember his ass try checking up on me Why you drop

No, no, no, she ain't ready Just got back from the downtown Palais Where the music was so sweet It knocked me right back in the alley I'm ready, yea, yea, yea, I'm ready Wo, wo, wo, I'm ready And I'm really gonna rock tonight Sweet little lady sings like

As is, as is, as is She ain't outdoors and her heart just cold as is One forty-five AM, almost done I could pop another pill tonight Even though I don't really want one The Xanax got me on a flight I don't need much

She's got the magic touch And you're walkin' around in a dream Oh no, but it ain't what it seems One day when she leaves you lonely Her magic touch, her magic touch, her magic touch She's got the magic touch, I really want her You feel there's a fire

She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) Fake proper-talking, bitch be like "Please pass the Backwood" (what?) Trap boy Jack, I get the

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid Yeah, the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill Bad bitches and they want the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill, paid Fell

This shit right here for my Oodles o' Noodles babies His ma was smokin' crack while she was pregnant, so he can't even help that he crazy He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, forreal I ain't have nobody to give me no hope I hope my momma ain't doin' no