Thank Me
Let's just go set the standards
I move with reckless abandon
I done did some ugly shit but them bitches say that I'm handsome
My baby momma can tell ya, ask her I'm bound to do damage
Fail to plan, you plan to fail it
You want it I prolly sell it
Vow to tell you the truth because these niggas love to embellish
High points in the clip but this shit didn't come from Cabella's
I been out here so long I watched the Regal turn to a relic
Held it down when niggas didn't know about us, we had to tell em (You Should)
And I'm from where niggas die everyday even if they carry them pistols
Sympathy pouring in from the net, a week they forget you
Niggas who been against ya but quick to tell you they with you
I been off several lists, disrespectful and so forgetful
I forgive you, because we both from the dirt, don't mean I can dig you
Plus it's too many loops in this circus I'm trying to get through
Sick of niggas lying, I'm ducking snakes and rats in the jungle
A man gone handle his business, a clown gone show you he juggles
I can't be hypocritical to the youth
I'm not above you
I love you
I'm strapped up too, see this forty cal by my buckle
If it ain't one thing it's another
If Jesus knew they would turn on him, why is it a last supper
I come from the gutter, naw I don't fuck with you muthafukka's
Since I been connected, I tell em take my face off them pluggers
The world is full of phonies, I promise to keep it real
Now I know how Pac Man feel up in heaven when he hear drill (You Should)
I move with reckless abandon
I done did some ugly shit but them bitches say that I'm handsome
My baby momma can tell ya, ask her I'm bound to do damage
Fail to plan, you plan to fail it
You want it I prolly sell it
Vow to tell you the truth because these niggas love to embellish
High points in the clip but this shit didn't come from Cabella's
I been out here so long I watched the Regal turn to a relic
Held it down when niggas didn't know about us, we had to tell em (You Should)
And I'm from where niggas die everyday even if they carry them pistols
Sympathy pouring in from the net, a week they forget you
Niggas who been against ya but quick to tell you they with you
I been off several lists, disrespectful and so forgetful
I forgive you, because we both from the dirt, don't mean I can dig you
Plus it's too many loops in this circus I'm trying to get through
Sick of niggas lying, I'm ducking snakes and rats in the jungle
A man gone handle his business, a clown gone show you he juggles
I can't be hypocritical to the youth
I'm not above you
I love you
I'm strapped up too, see this forty cal by my buckle
If it ain't one thing it's another
If Jesus knew they would turn on him, why is it a last supper
I come from the gutter, naw I don't fuck with you muthafukka's
Since I been connected, I tell em take my face off them pluggers
The world is full of phonies, I promise to keep it real
Now I know how Pac Man feel up in heaven when he hear drill (You Should)
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Writer(s): Gregory Cherry
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