I got a love that's better than you ever was You've never been no good for me I guess I was just way too hood for you to be with Yo Jin, we good wit this one, yeah Good lookin' Kanye, whoo You see, we're the next generation in this rap game So it's only

Take a few of these, the sweeter memories There's a cloud in the sky and it's raining on you Still you try to keep dry but your troubles leak through And you've lost all you could, feeling sad Choose your reveries Keep the good, leave the bad Don't

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can't be fucking with mine I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence The brothers in the hood be chivalrous So I rest defense on my ligaments Pistol

Good morning little school girl Sometime I don't know what I'm gonna buy me a airplane Now who's that coming, yonder? Can I go home with Can I go home with you? Tell your mother and your father I once was a schoolboy too Woman, what in this world to

This some shit I hate to share Escape this life or pay the fare Grab this gun and aim it there Shoot my pain and slay my fear Before I die, I say my prayer Don't worry about the mess just lay me there This is all I got so lay me bare One more time I'll

Two's up, two's down You stub it out before I finish On my arm and I scream out “wow!” Nicotine, can’t quit it How's business this morning? Pretty good Shoot the messenger, string 'em up She’s a 10 plus 10, not enough Mixed messages, wires crossed

Dog, I shouldn't have left, They wouldn't have tried this shit if I was wit ya Maybe we would have picked another time Or chose another way Or maybe my prayers would have convinced him to choose another soul Shit, its just me and my mentoni now Man you

They have a hunting season on the rabbit If you shoot him, boy, you go to jail But the season is always open on men Don't nobody need no bail Down in Mississippi Down in Mississippi where I come from Down in Mississippi where I belong

Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Mmm, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Everytime she makes a spread, hoo, fair brown, cold chill just runs all over me I'm gon' get me a gamblin'

You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it (I love it) I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck (whoop!) 'Cause you know in the old days they couldn't say the shit they wanted to say They had to fake orgasms and shit We can tell niggas today, "Hey, I wanna cum,