Damn

Lifes a gamble right
So I roll the dice
The realist nigga ever
Yea thats my prototype
Im every bitch type
Thats the truth not a lie
Lesbian im not Bi
Broke bitch
Tell her bye
I dont want no head from that hoe
Cause she got overbite
Niggas know
Im the bigger dog
Got the bigger bite
Try to cut me off in the lane
Knock him off his bike
Guns down hands up
Boy ill black ya eye
Im the truth
And the truth do not get televised
Me myself and I
How I do my dirt
Cause niggas testify
Showing love will get you killed
So I dont sympathize
A nigga getting money
Is what I symbolize

Aint no tricking over here
Got me mistaken
Im a rapper
But I never made a statement
Why they wanna
Stick me for my paypa
Thats why I gotta
Keep one in the chamber
Blam
Yo baby mamma
Got me in her playlist
Jam
Yo baby daddy mad
But I cant blame him
Dam
Im all about a bag
And that aint changing
Facts
Bout some business
If you sitting at my table
Sheesh

I aint have them hoop dreams
Like Michael Jordan
Thug nigga
Thug life
Now Im thuggin corporate
Antisocial
Never went to court sober
If I know its jail time
Then I aint pulling over
If you ever tryna cop
Then im your pusha man
She know my songs by heart
I think I got a fan
If I dont got your number saved
Then ima think its spam
You better send a text
Im direct and specific
Na I aint tricking or snitching
Im on the phone talking business
Showing the trolling no interest
You a bitch
You got a gun
Then you feel photogenetic
Im the realist my story is really
From rags to riches

Aint no tricking over here
Got me mistaken
Im a rapper
But I never made a statement
Why they wanna
Stick me for my paypa
Thats why I gotta
Keep one in the chamber
Blam
Yo baby mamma
Got me in her playlist
Jam
Yo baby daddy mad
But I cant blame him
Dam
Im all about a bag
And that aint changing
Facts
Bout some business
If you sitting at my table
Sheesh



Credits
Writer(s): Melvin Wallace Iii
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