This game is nothin' I'm new to Money too long for a ruler I swim in it like Barracuda Man, I'm goin' deeper than scuba Y'all know nothin' 'bout this do ya? I'm grateful, I'm prayin' to Buddha (yeah) Y'all know nothin' 'bout this do ya? (yeah) Y'all know

You been scarred too deep, I can tell I can tell, yeah I can tell Baby what's the hold up I tried to hold it down I ain't worried 'bout you bitch, ayy On foe 'nem Uno said on bro 'nem Love scars, love scars, love scars

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

To win the retreat, we all in too deep She's in love with who I am I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Astro, yeah Sun is down, freezin' cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt That's just all he

I won't let you go Oh I won't, I won't let you go Said oh, I won't, I won't let you go Is this love, love, love, love, love? Ooh wee no defenses I'm too deep for common sense Well it's love, love, love, love, love yeah yeah Said I won't let you go now It's

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

Yo nahmsayin? Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent Watchin' old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long

Yeah, and you don't stop (Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop) Tonight's the night I get in some shit (yeah) Deep Cover on the incognito tip Killing motherfuckers if I have to, peeling caps too Cause you niggas know I'm coming at you I guess that's part

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance To win the retreat, we all in too deep She's in love with who I am I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I