And the Bible from a woman who's standing on the stage In the land of a million songs You're always searching for a little something different to say You get told you're fitting in, you get told you don't belong You drink too much in a smokey little bar

Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46 In the morning, crack of dawn and Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye See who's this paging me and why? It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop Told me he was in the

Well come on back and try to get some today Well somebody's gonna do it again Gonna make me turn against all of my friends So you better have something damn worthy to say Who told ya, who told ya They're growing dope everywhere around the block Somebody

If, you don't know, who I be You better ask somebody about me Oh, you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy I, know, you, know I'm, on,

You don't have ta go I'm gonna pack up darlin' Down the road I go Whoa baby, honey what's wrong which' you? Well now, I give you all my money Then ya go downtown, an' you get back in the evenin' Told me, walked down town

What we doing? Where ya at? I've been drinking, it's lit as fuck Who you with? What ya want? I told her where it's at? Where it's at? Where it's at? Where it's at? She fine and got ass and tits Pre rolls, no blunts Hop in my whip That bitch go fast as