Sticks and Stones

(Why they hate that I'm up I ain't thing about you
Never giving up I was destined to be the truth
Run me up a band naww let me make two
While they pointing fingers I be
Pointing to the roof)

I'm in Telly getting head nodd
Been waiting to long boy it's time to cut some head off
They been throwing salt on my drip
You can not tamper
I been constantly shitting on these niggas I need a pamper
I got to much drip up I'm my cup I need a fanta
They been tripping all this sauce they can't handle
I been chopping shit like it's Hibachi on the track
Your girl be on my drip
Don't hate the game hate the mack
I can't deal with hattas and I can't deal with fakers
And I can't deal with tainted cause they ain't about

I don't deal with fake shit
I don't deal with fake shit
If you ain't about your paper
Cause I'm about my paper yeah... yeah...

(Why they hate that I'm up I ain't thing about you
Never giving up I was destined to be the truth
Run me up a band naww let me make two
While they pointing fingers I be
Pointing to the roof)

They don't really want you to win now
They want you down in the dirt they wan you hurt
You got people saying they love and they really don't
You got people saying that you down and you really ain't
You can't fall victim to the bullshit
I keep a hunna with fool clip yeah
Got to realize who your friends and who really ain't
Got to realize who really love you and who really tainted

(Why they hate that I'm up I ain't thing about you
Never giving up I was destined to be the truth
Run me up a band naww let me make two
While they pointing fingersI be
Pointing to the roof)



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Writer(s): Edmund King
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