Ugly
If you don't know me man then please do not approach me
And if you hearin' me, you better listen closely
See I just do it for the love, well mostly
I just had to go secure the bag no grocery
And let me tell you what my nigga Phil told me
He said to always watch my back cause niggas phoney
He said don't cut these niggas slack not even homies
I'm the only man of my kind Mick Foley
Scared money don't make no money
Catch it hanging out ya pocket they'll take yo money
Gotta keep the grass cut cause these snakes so funny
They smiling in yo face but they face so ugly
There's a lot that's going on, so I suggest we take it slowly
Take a second for the fit, I got some jeans that's kinda holey
With the Yeezys and the Alexander Rolf, I'm kinda cozy
Now ya boy been spittin' fire, start to get a little toasty
You can not put out the flame, don't even bother calling smokey
And the world will try to crack you but it still ain't never broke me
I fall down, then get up and just rebound like Charles Oakley
We are not the same, not even remotely
And I remember when I had the walkman Sony
Listening to Biggies Smalls rap about a Rollie
Closest I could get to the gold was a trophy
But I really want the Rollie, so I saved like a goalie
And I know that
Scared money don't make no money
Catch it hanging out ya pocket they'll take yo money
Gotta keep the grass cut, cause these snakes so funny
Smiling in yo face but they face so ugly
I'm just doing numbers from the crib
I'm just tryna tell you how I live
I been, I been, I been all about my biz
What more can I say bruh it is what it is
Always felt I was a little off
I want the six piece wit just a little sauce
Cause if it's too much I might spazz out
You can put the wings up in the bag now
And they always chewin' yo ass out about this & that
About who you with and like where you at
It's like take your time it's like take it back
It's like it really man if you take it back
You would understand
Why I'm all alone and I can never have any fuckin' friends
Fuck Uncle Sam, I'm the fuckin' man
Fuck the medication and the separation
Got me feeling like I'm in the ring with Satan
Either anchored down or I'm levitatin'
Either can't breathe or I'm resperatin'
Pass me a water please
I don't want this pain for my daughter she
Can't see what I been thru
Can't See what I seen in my mental nah
And if you hearin' me, you better listen closely
See I just do it for the love, well mostly
I just had to go secure the bag no grocery
And let me tell you what my nigga Phil told me
He said to always watch my back cause niggas phoney
He said don't cut these niggas slack not even homies
I'm the only man of my kind Mick Foley
Scared money don't make no money
Catch it hanging out ya pocket they'll take yo money
Gotta keep the grass cut cause these snakes so funny
They smiling in yo face but they face so ugly
There's a lot that's going on, so I suggest we take it slowly
Take a second for the fit, I got some jeans that's kinda holey
With the Yeezys and the Alexander Rolf, I'm kinda cozy
Now ya boy been spittin' fire, start to get a little toasty
You can not put out the flame, don't even bother calling smokey
And the world will try to crack you but it still ain't never broke me
I fall down, then get up and just rebound like Charles Oakley
We are not the same, not even remotely
And I remember when I had the walkman Sony
Listening to Biggies Smalls rap about a Rollie
Closest I could get to the gold was a trophy
But I really want the Rollie, so I saved like a goalie
And I know that
Scared money don't make no money
Catch it hanging out ya pocket they'll take yo money
Gotta keep the grass cut, cause these snakes so funny
Smiling in yo face but they face so ugly
I'm just doing numbers from the crib
I'm just tryna tell you how I live
I been, I been, I been all about my biz
What more can I say bruh it is what it is
Always felt I was a little off
I want the six piece wit just a little sauce
Cause if it's too much I might spazz out
You can put the wings up in the bag now
And they always chewin' yo ass out about this & that
About who you with and like where you at
It's like take your time it's like take it back
It's like it really man if you take it back
You would understand
Why I'm all alone and I can never have any fuckin' friends
Fuck Uncle Sam, I'm the fuckin' man
Fuck the medication and the separation
Got me feeling like I'm in the ring with Satan
Either anchored down or I'm levitatin'
Either can't breathe or I'm resperatin'
Pass me a water please
I don't want this pain for my daughter she
Can't see what I been thru
Can't See what I seen in my mental nah
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Writer(s): Delly & Savemoneysip
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