 Yeah, yeah, say, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, hmm, uh, shit I swear to my hoes be trying to kick it, like, what's that bitch name on street, fight up, yeah I guess they done found out that I'm bald, like, what's God is missing And she'll do anything for a nigga, hoping I'll blow money on into the bank account Hope I don't fall in love with a gold digger, a type of bitch that's going crazy for the dough Yeah, I hope I don't fall for a groupin' either, a type of chick that can't love me more than she do my flow Let her destroy her niggas, she'll tell you I spit like a little dick, latest life like a movie Camera got full clip, I been waitin' on him to shoot me Paparazzi fell a temp of assassination, cause she never seem to get a good shot at me Even when I posed, I wasn't cut out for this life, I suppose Polo cover the toes under my shoes, and I'm in the studio with my niggas And they be workin' so hard, but at the end of the day, still lose interest and they go I guess that shit done got you old, meaning that shit they once wanted It seemed they don't want it no more for real, and that's just some real talk with my nigga And if you could relate to that line, then that's the sign of a quitter But you'll never find that in me though, niggas hating me like I did something to him I'm like what you got against me though, but I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck, I'ma do me though, yeah You can't change niggas, cause they gon' be