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You niggas know what time it is, bitch
Jackin' season, bitch, I'm starvin'
Somebody comin' off somethin' tonight
Yeah, locs on to hide my blood shot
Red eyes lookin' like two blood clots (I'm gone)
I'm high, bitch, on all kinds of shit (yeah)
Drank, dro and water sticks, I'm high as high can get, shit
For the rob me a bitch
Prayin' don't help, feel like I'm talkin' to myself
And I ain't feelin' that shit (uh, uh)
Holidays comin', I ain't got nothin' on my stomach at all (that be right)
Ain't no Christmas tree, ain't no gifts (they be like)
Ain't no Santa Claus, no elves (no elves)
But the Grinch up in this bitch
Posted in the bricks in that all-black trench
And got my pistol on me, no sins (no sins)
Sherm got me numb, I can't feel shit (no)
Only thing on my mind is dream (dream)
And everybody around me lookin' like a lick
Hoes and niggas, jackers can't be picky
Ya purse or ya wallet, c'mon, wit' it (c'mon, bitch)
Babies at home smellin' shitty
Baby mama blowin' up my phone (damn)
Gimmie a minute, bitch (bitch)
Like I told you, I'm comin' (I'm coming), with some money
They comin' off somethin' tonight (eh)
Hoe-ass laws keep passin' through
They don't give a damn what we goin' through (fuck you hoes)
They just want me back up in that pen again (yeah)
And I don't give a damn 'cause just like them (what?)
So test me (test me), you gon' have to catch me
It's gon' take more than two to arrest me
Real shit, I'm always resistin' (resisting)
Fuck you laws, I'm runnin', bitch, I might dump
Two-time convict, headed for that three
Nah, nah, bitch, it's either rich or death for me
But for now, I settle for a couple of things
Pay my bills up, get the kids somethin' to eat (I ain't greedy)
These boys out here ballin', comin' down (coming down)
Sittin' on birds, shouldn't hurt to lose 'em now (nigga)
I ain't tryin' to hurt nobody, Lord knows
Just gimmie what I want, bitch, and you can go (you can go)
Come off them fo's, you can have your clothes
Everything else mine, nigga, close my door
(Like Kane) I'm gettin' "Menace II Society on"
Act like Kane cousin and get your face blown
Too nard to deal with that flinchin'
You better be still, bitch, and pay attention (be still, bitch)
Truth is, a nigga God-fearing
And I know he don't like the way I treat His children (sorry, Lord)
I know He can't stand the way that I been treated
He know I wouldn't be doin' this if I ain't need it
Question is, do He accept my reason? (Accept my reason)
We'll find out later, but for now we eatin' (yeah)
Yeah, baby, daddy on the way (I'm coming, bitch)
Fix your face, I told you we gon' be straight, yeah
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