Intro

Man, goddam, get the fuck outta here, man
I'm all by my motherfucking self man
I can say what the fuck I wanna say, when I wanna say it
I don't give a fuck, punk ass motherfuckers
Motherfuckers always ruining my shit in their motherfucker's house
She a bitch made motherfucker, stick the motherfucking real, punk ass motherfuckers

Man, there's just so much I wanna goddam say right now
Goddam, I hate this motherfucking punk ass shit
Niggas always grifting and running
Niggas always hidin' acting like a bunch of bitch made motherfuckers
You know what the fuck I give a fuck about a bitch made motherfucker?
Not a goddam thing, bitch ass niggas

Let me tell you something, man, you know what?
God, I'm dealing is on talkin' to somebody but ain't nobody giving me
What the fuck is going on G? Get a grip, man, come on, man
Get a grip, man, come on, man, you're a soldier, come on

Oh, man, man, you now what? That's what I say man, I stick with the real, man
Fucking doctors fuck with doctors, lawyers fuck with lawyers
Pimp fuck with pimp, hos fuck with hos, dope beings fuck with dope beings
Real motherfuckers fuck with real motherfuckers, you know what I'm saying?
Real niggas fuck with real niggas, man, man, I hate this motherfucking shit

Every time you try to do somethin', you got some punk ass, bitch made motherfucker
Running back, I don't give a fuck about their mayors, I don't give a fuck about their mommas
I don't give a fuck about their kids, I don't give a fuck about nothing
This was a real motherfucking world, on my judgement day
You think the Lord is gon' take care of me for my misgivings as well as my good deeds?



Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Frenard Hutchison
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