It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free It ain't easy I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side Two

Put me inside The flan in the face Don't you dare Let me back I keep the wolf from the door But he calls me up Calls me on the phone Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom

You ain’t ready to ride with me Please step to the side Ride, ride, ride I got real ones waiting to ride for me Waiting to ride for me So you don't, get to the front of the line I got real ones waiting from time for me You ain’t ready to fight with me A

Why'd you only call me when you're high? Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high? Now it's three in the morning And I'm trying to change your mind Left you multiple missed calls And to my message you reply The mirror's image It tells me it's home

Paul, yo, um So I got your message, I wish you would answer the fuckin' phone No, I don't plan to reply to everybody who fuckin' says something fucked up about me But I will say this, I was reading some comments last night about, like What people are