I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’ Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’ Damn, damn what they say about me? I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit If I get hit, swinging on a big bitch I

So I'll be on my way Call me a sinner, call me a saint Tell me its over, I'll still love you the same Call me your favorite Call me the worst Tell me its over I don't want you to hurt Its all that I can say I've said it so many times Wrap me in a bolt of

Yeah I want to play a fair game I've always had the upper hand But what good is intellect and airplay If I can't respect any man And I've never played a fair game You terrify me So go and challenge me Take the reins and see Watch me squirm baby

Won't somebody tell me Answer if you can Tell me what is the soul of a man? Was teaching the lawyers and the doctors I'm going to ask the question Please answer if you can Is there anybody's children can tell me What is the soul of a man? I've travelled

Backstabber And everybody knows it (everybody knows it) Girl, your such a backstabber, you're such a backstabber Oh girl, you're such a shit talker Run your mouth more than everyone I've ever known (Taking and twisting and telling, so manipulative)

Young and reckless, rich and wealthy Say health is wealth, that means I'm deadly That's why they sweat me, successful black man With a felony, but what you tellin' me? Don't hire me so I bought the company Bitch ain't shit funny, I'm not Bill Bellamy

And the greatest is love Where were you when the world stopped turnin' I'm just a singer of simple songs I'm not a real political man I watch CNN, but I'm not sure I can tell you The diff'rence in Iraq and Iran But I know Jesus and I talk to God And I

I was a fool to fall and get that way Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss Old man sunshine listen you Never tell me dreams come true Just try it and I'll start a riot Beatrice Fairfax don't you dare Ever tell

When you smoke all my weed man You gots to call the green man Yeah I can get mine and you get yours Tell your boyfriend next time he around To buy his own weed and don't wear my shit down I wouldn't care if brave would give me some more I'd rather him

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 1, 2, 3, and... Now they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man Can't tell that to a dingy old man Who see a young nigga getting plently dough man Icy Audemar, Hendy gold band With a mean girl