Like it's nothing to ya Don't you put me back down But you're still picking me up Don't put me back down like it's nothing to ya You're still picking me up You didn't give a fuck Underneath everything that's between Yeah, I'm undone, I'm 'bout to burst

I know you thought I wouldn't shine like this They know I took my time with the shit Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist I grind like this So I can shine like this Them diamonds on my wrist Damn, it feels good from way up here Damn, it feels

Are you leaving with me Are you really leaving with him Are you leaving with him I'm looking for my end, and it's all in While he's just waiting for the night to end I ain't never seen nothing like you But I got it in my mind what I wanna do I've been

They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting Look at me now nigga Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out Y'all niggas ain't shit They all act like they ain't know bet they know now I'm up nigga

With your beer in the headlights I swear I never seen, ever seen nothing like you anywhere Sittin' right here, out here in the middle of nowhere I got the key turned back Windows down, I'm turning it up and your spinnin' around Takin' a sip, swingin'

The scream becomes a yawn I'll shut up and carry on When I get to the bottom of it I sink Seems like nothing I said Ever meant anything But a headline over my head Thought I made a stand Only made a scene There's no feast for the underfed

I don't give a fuck about Y'all niggas 'cause y'all ain't killing nothing What's on y'all niggas minds, fucking with me Y'all know somebody has told you about fucking with D Stuck in a tree is what you will be, like a cat And I'm the dog at the bottom,

Ayo, ayo, ayo Ain't nothing like some good old ghetto, ghetto Ain't nothing like some good old ghetto Yeah, let me holla at you real quick I'm gonna bring y'all back to the good old, good old days You feel me? Some of that Good old, good old, good old

Just like the scarecrows Just like the scarecrows, even when the wind blows We keep our boots and our roots in these cornrows Just some old plowboys pretending we're cowboys We came from nothing, oh, but look at us now, boys Even when we leave here,

I took a course in hallelujah I went to night school for the blues I took some stuff they said would cool ya But nothing seemed to light my fuse But it's all in the past Like a check that's in the mail She was a tall whiskey glass I was an old hound dog