he done gave this broad his all thought he had him something nice knees aching he's in prayer, lord please get her right found her on the gram,bought the hoe a lamb you a Saint all I gave her was my time red wine and some dank brinks truck I'm just cruising round picking up this bank new work fishscale that bitch was pussy pearl pink Zapp. da rap a real player ,some gone tell you that I ain't they gone give a different picture once They get their brush and paint run his mouth like he's a dame nigga gotta be a bitch paying rent but you don't live their he's gotta be a trick all week I remember grinding in the same fit every time a nigga see me they say you're the same nick nothing stays the same you'll never see me with the same bitch shit is all a game we play iT til somebody hollers quit I remember riding the school bus I hate it was crowded now it's beamers,benz's,Lexus 's and nuthafucking audi's it's just me myself and I when I look inside the mirror same reflection just no patience for no flakey ass nigga before my brother had kids they use to call me lil jeff he used to blow that weed with me mom's would smell it on my breath all the lifers coming home my young niggas going in we all products of a game not to man's gonna win port life or no life it's all I ever fucking known chasing money round this bitch until the lord call me home