I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

Are you really here for me, I don't know I just wish that you would call me up Wish that you would call me Do you know how it feel to feel alone? Bought myself a house, to feel like I ain't home Driving by myself, ain't got nowhere to go I just took two

Don't give me that face When you know I'm really down for the chase 'Cause my heart's already in it And I'm never gonna quit it When you finally gonna get it Don't walk away Don't walk away when I'm talkin' to you This ain't no time for your bad attitude

Kinda makes me wonder Why you playin' with me? Do you think of me? So I'm waiting for the sun to come up Take me for a ride in your Beamer Ain't gon' stop 'til the stars are above Wish that you would talk to me 'Cause I don't really know just what to

Should I stay, should I go, I don't know You tell me that you love me That you really care We've talked it out We did our best And still it ain't going nowhere It feels like our forever Just ended yesterday And all our tomorrow's

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

They ain't really ready for me when I (buck shot) I ain't scared Real niggas put the clip in and let it go, uh Real niggas wanna run real Real (buck shot) Real niggas from the roll real (buck shot) Real niggas from the M Real niggas from the home (buck

(Diamonds are forever) Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme Good mornin', this ain't Vietnam still People lose hands, legs, arms, for real Little was known of Sierra Leone And how it connect to the

Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em And I ain't got the time, money on my mind Only thing they're good for is leaving I'll say it to your face, fuck fake friends I've had it up to the ceiling Is there anybody real out here? Got my middle, middle up

EST (what the fuck) Let's bring some reality to it, And the whole gang's in here, yeah, bitch (bitch) OK, EST for life, 40 motherfuckin' days I hustled, 40 nights I got 40 deep behind me, ain't a motherfuckin' nice 40 swishas, 40 bitches, went from