F.Y.M.

Yo!
Never ask me if I still do it (yo, you still rap my Nigga?)
That's like asking If I'm still moving (disrespectful)
I still fund the IRA with bills stupid
And I'm adding on my will, so believe me I could feel music
Nigga reproduced the beat, so I could still chew it
Meanwhile with nothing to do, you must feel useless
I'll kill Cupid, if he set me up to feel stupid
Chill, who's this hitting me up? (Hello)
'Cause I will lose it
Skilled dude, that kept it 100, just like them real juices
Ask cats that wanted the beef, now their meal's fluid
I'm real fluent when it comes speaking money yeah
She prolly like me, I don't think you want ya honey near
To see this luxury, it's gonna take a hundred years
Besides life, you prolly gonna think nothing's fair
Up these stairs, in front these chairs, I'm fucking here
I'm something rare, let's get this clear
Don't take personal dear, I'm just a business man
So, let me handle my business, damn (yeah)
I'm a gigolo, she prolly think she staying huh?
Because you fucked me then prolly think I'm paying huh?
I ain't lucky, man like words I got a way with her
Got some other bitches coming, I ain't gotta wait on her
And she got some weight on her, young'n get ya weight on up
After I hit, it's nothing left to say to her

Fuck you mean?
Bitches on me, women want me
Niggas corny, and they boring
And I'm scoring nigga
Fuck you mean?
Get ya paper, I ain't hater
Ain't a traitor, if ya playing
I'll replace ya, nigga
Fuck you mean?
Never left and I ain't leaving
Never tripping, we ain't even
Everything's seen
Fuck you mean?
I don't need ya help, relieve ya self
Don't wanna be ya self
But me I see myself (Fuck)



Credits
Writer(s): Darnell Duke
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