4 Better or Worse

See I don't make the rules
I just make the cheese
Don't let these niggas fool ya
These rappers make believe
The opps done made us mad
So we gone make em bleed
I call up BG he gone make yo ass believe
I remember back when they ain't believe me at first
Drag my name thru the mud and tried to leave it in the dirt
As you see that shit ain't work
See they faces yeah they hurt
I see them like what's the word
Is shit better or it's worse
For da better or da worse
Raised by streets but Sylvia had gave me birth
Gotta see my name in lights b4 they put it on a shirt
Gotta pull up Bentley truck b4 I go out in a hirsch

All Hail Shawty
The New John Gotti
The real almighty
I don't like nobody
I don't trust nobody
Man fuck everybody
I don't wanna kick it man
I just came to party and
I don't want yo liquor
Unless you spike that shit with
Molly man
I can't tip a stripper unless she got Beyoncé body frame
Just to keep it honest bitch
I'm not with all that rara shit
I should up my feature price
This just boost my confidence
Don't talk unless yo paper right
Then I need deposit slips
I done got my money up
I can finally pop my shit
I can finally pop my shit
Smokie gone and drop that shit

See I don't make the rules
I just make the cheese
Don't let these niggas fool ya
These rappers make believe
The opps done made us mad
So we gone make em bleed
I call up BG he gone make yo ass believe
I remember back when they ain't believe me at first
Drag my name thru the mud and tried to leave it in the dirt
As you see that shit ain't work
See they faces yeah they hurt
I see them like what's the word
Is shit better or it's worse
For da better or da worse
Raised by streets but Sylvia had gave me birth
Gotta see my name in lights b4 they put it on a shirt
Gotta pull up Bentley truck b4 I go out in a hirsch

Hell nawwww
I can't go like that
Aw ok they ain't outside
We gone slide right back
Only time the opps outside when police on they S
Everyday my boys outside with police on our ass
Put it all on down the line we trying to get the cash
They say they want that old shawty please don't bring up my past

See I don't make the rules
I just make the cheese
Don't let these niggas fool ya
These rappers make believe
The opps done made us mad
So we gone make em bleed
I call up BG he gone make yo ass
Believe



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Writer(s): Maurice Hellum
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