Karma
You aint really real your whole life is a skit
Caught me slipping once and I got me a stick
If I see em again on my son he a lick
Hundred Proof the gang you know I'm mobbing with the clique
Swerving thru traffic without a permit
Speeding she just spilled some coke on my fit
Sniff it up it till she gotta red nose like a pit
But fucking with the dog food you gon get bit
I been out the way they forgot we was dangerous
I just want money so fuck being famous
Fighting my demons and fighting my cases
Losing my mind and I'm losing my patience
They want my soul I dont got one to sell
And I'm seeing right through you the lense YSL
And I know you a snake you a rat you gon tell
Rather give niggas years than do weeks in a cell (Pussy)
Certain shit I never tell I was going through hell by myself
And then things came clear to me
These niggas aint gon never love you back
They gon always turn they back probably never shed a tear for me
I aint tryna die young so I gotta keep a gun for a fuck nigga ever try killing me
All this karma feel like the devil tryna make a deal with me
Karma's a bitch and I look like the shit
I should've known that you wasn't legit
I been hiding my feelings since I was a jit
I done been thru some things so its hard to commit
I seen so much fake I'm as real as it get
I gave you this dick let you feel how it hit
Even though I did things that I still won't admit
I still made you real baby dont you forget
Aint tryna relive the past or reminisce
This aint no love song this is a diss
Go and fuck who you want they dont do it like this
And them other niggas aint getting to it like this
Money talks yall dont speak it fluent like this
Glock 33 call me Patrick Ewing like this
Flyest nigga in your city and I flew in like this
Tone Rucker mother fucker tell me who is like this (Bitch)
Certain shit I never tell I was going through hell by myself
And then things came clear to me
Some people aint gon never love you back
They gon always turn they back probably never shed a tear for me
I aint tryna die young so I gotta keep a gun for a fuck nigga ever try killing me
All this karma feel like the devil tryna make a deal with me
Caught me slipping once and I got me a stick
If I see em again on my son he a lick
Hundred Proof the gang you know I'm mobbing with the clique
Swerving thru traffic without a permit
Speeding she just spilled some coke on my fit
Sniff it up it till she gotta red nose like a pit
But fucking with the dog food you gon get bit
I been out the way they forgot we was dangerous
I just want money so fuck being famous
Fighting my demons and fighting my cases
Losing my mind and I'm losing my patience
They want my soul I dont got one to sell
And I'm seeing right through you the lense YSL
And I know you a snake you a rat you gon tell
Rather give niggas years than do weeks in a cell (Pussy)
Certain shit I never tell I was going through hell by myself
And then things came clear to me
These niggas aint gon never love you back
They gon always turn they back probably never shed a tear for me
I aint tryna die young so I gotta keep a gun for a fuck nigga ever try killing me
All this karma feel like the devil tryna make a deal with me
Karma's a bitch and I look like the shit
I should've known that you wasn't legit
I been hiding my feelings since I was a jit
I done been thru some things so its hard to commit
I seen so much fake I'm as real as it get
I gave you this dick let you feel how it hit
Even though I did things that I still won't admit
I still made you real baby dont you forget
Aint tryna relive the past or reminisce
This aint no love song this is a diss
Go and fuck who you want they dont do it like this
And them other niggas aint getting to it like this
Money talks yall dont speak it fluent like this
Glock 33 call me Patrick Ewing like this
Flyest nigga in your city and I flew in like this
Tone Rucker mother fucker tell me who is like this (Bitch)
Certain shit I never tell I was going through hell by myself
And then things came clear to me
Some people aint gon never love you back
They gon always turn they back probably never shed a tear for me
I aint tryna die young so I gotta keep a gun for a fuck nigga ever try killing me
All this karma feel like the devil tryna make a deal with me
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Writer(s): Anthony Rucker
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