And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got love for us, but what about last year? I remember what you said behind our back And you sweared to your god that we wouldn't do shit. We are the new kings. I don't forget! Take a look at who's standing before

I keep my wits 'bout me Especially right now, I got a rich bounty I can tell that you don't give a shit 'bout me I keep the same people that's been 'round me Yeah, a lot changed but I'm still the same old me I'd still rather make a song than go to KOD

Sitting here, patching myself up Crying over what's left, 'cause Without you I ain't shit, but no pressure Guess I gotta learn my lesson I know that I've been swerving on this course Can't find me somewhere writin' when I'm wrong Girl, I'm just tryna see

Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked You don't even know how I got it on me Every time I'm fuckin' on lil' shawty, she remind me of that dope 'Cause that shit be like macaroni I ain't Milly but I'm rockin' in here They done let me bring

(From Chitown to LA) Come on players Uh huh hey I remember when I back in the days When I ain't hot shit But now that I got shit Niggas want to keep up shit But it's all good watch me do this shit

Southside on the track I pop a whatcha-ma-call-it, but it got side-effects Dick rock hard like a mouth test Hit it from the side, that's a side-effect I'm a Zone 6 nigga, now you're my bitch Slurpin' up the drank and it got side-effects Shit expensive,

All these haters See you later All that I could do But you don't even feel me though I know you know I know you got that power So CG but a nigga stay real Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit

You wanted me to be weak But when shit got bad, I was strong And now I flex up all day long I catch feelings way too quick But I lose them so much quicker My old girl's arse was thick But my new girl's arse is thicker I thought that I loved you but I was

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to