Something bout me
'Bout me
Let me tell you a lil' something 'bout 'bout me
Let me tell you a lil' something 'bout, 'bout me
Let me tell you a lil' something 'bout, 'bout me ('bout me)
Let me tell you a lil' something 'bout, 'bout me ('bout me)
Let me tell you a lil' something 'bout, 'bout me ('bout me)
Let me tell you a lil' something 'bout, 'bout me ('bout me)
Let me tell you a lil' something 'bout (uh)
I ain't that lil' nigga that u play with, say get up out my face bitch
I'm standing on real business, I don't associate with fake shit
My mind been on some getting money, yo' mind been on some chasing honey
I rather get a bag before I get played out here like a dummy
Standing on the code nah for these niggas moving funny
Niggas willing to switch up on they people just to get some money
A damn shame how these niggas leaving scars in the game
You niggas not really living by the code, you need to switch lanes
Let's get started
They say it's nothing but love, so why they cold-hearted
I showed people so much fucking love, made me a whole target
They plotting on me
Should of seen the play but I was too blind
Caught a nigga slipping, I wasn't in my right state of mind
Went back to the drawing recuperated, came out like a G
Solo when I move around while smoking on some Cali tree
Bitch, I had to hustle for it ain't nothing in this world free
Stood up on all ten hoe, that's what made me a G
Certified everywhere I go you know my hoe ride
And I ain't got to say nothing to the bitch you know my hoe slide
The only woman that I know for sure won't leave my side
That's why I thank the Lord for my piece I love my nine
Yeah, I'm a lil' hood nigga
It's understood, nigga
I still be kicking it with them up to no good niggas
See the shit in me homie, it was never on me
I'll be a fool to let a pussy get one up on me
I still be with them real G's, they throw up B's and C's
See when we link up we be thuggin' see we all P's
Playas on the rise hoe, it's no disguise hoe
Fix ya face, don't be acting all surprised hoe
See, mama raised a hustler (hustler), I'm not a sucka (suck)
Nor a trick, not a lame or a busta (busta)
I tell it like it is, just like it is
No sugar-coating, that's how I play it in the field
Real, real, real
Real, real, real
Let me tell you a lil' something 'bout 'bout me
Let me tell you a lil' something 'bout, 'bout me
Let me tell you a lil' something 'bout, 'bout me ('bout me)
Let me tell you a lil' something 'bout, 'bout me ('bout me)
Let me tell you a lil' something 'bout, 'bout me ('bout me)
Let me tell you a lil' something 'bout, 'bout me ('bout me)
Let me tell you a lil' something 'bout (uh)
I ain't that lil' nigga that u play with, say get up out my face bitch
I'm standing on real business, I don't associate with fake shit
My mind been on some getting money, yo' mind been on some chasing honey
I rather get a bag before I get played out here like a dummy
Standing on the code nah for these niggas moving funny
Niggas willing to switch up on they people just to get some money
A damn shame how these niggas leaving scars in the game
You niggas not really living by the code, you need to switch lanes
Let's get started
They say it's nothing but love, so why they cold-hearted
I showed people so much fucking love, made me a whole target
They plotting on me
Should of seen the play but I was too blind
Caught a nigga slipping, I wasn't in my right state of mind
Went back to the drawing recuperated, came out like a G
Solo when I move around while smoking on some Cali tree
Bitch, I had to hustle for it ain't nothing in this world free
Stood up on all ten hoe, that's what made me a G
Certified everywhere I go you know my hoe ride
And I ain't got to say nothing to the bitch you know my hoe slide
The only woman that I know for sure won't leave my side
That's why I thank the Lord for my piece I love my nine
Yeah, I'm a lil' hood nigga
It's understood, nigga
I still be kicking it with them up to no good niggas
See the shit in me homie, it was never on me
I'll be a fool to let a pussy get one up on me
I still be with them real G's, they throw up B's and C's
See when we link up we be thuggin' see we all P's
Playas on the rise hoe, it's no disguise hoe
Fix ya face, don't be acting all surprised hoe
See, mama raised a hustler (hustler), I'm not a sucka (suck)
Nor a trick, not a lame or a busta (busta)
I tell it like it is, just like it is
No sugar-coating, that's how I play it in the field
Real, real, real
Real, real, real
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Writer(s): Sedrick Lasel Clark
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