Lyrics:
week my girl was stressin' me
Now her best friend be undressing me
Well I was loving her by the moon ray
Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' (c'mon)
food with me
She made me feel like I'm talking to my self Cooking by myself
Sipping with the hand washing by myself
Packing all the garbage checking
why?
'Cause man ah got purpose
Man's not part of the circus
Dem man are moving nervous
Dad taught me to be a man
My mum taught me how not to be
nigga
Too fast to catch but I'm stashin my cash like a fuckin ninja
Gingerbread man, gingerbread man, gingerbread nigga
Gingerbread man, gingerbread man
mek sense
So, rise up to my defense
Hollow pointed is my preference
Should have been deterred don't know what you heard
Get referred by the wrong
I just can't believe she stole my man
Oh, my man, oh yeah
She walked right in the door
Looked me in the face, and she took my man
Never trust
People that love me they never stop asking me questions
Like "How am I doing", "Am I getting through it" no way
When they keep on ballin' while my
that’s just in me man
I Got to pick it up don’t want to end in the slump
But my friends tell me you an early dude why you rappin man
I got a voice but you
mama use to pray for me every
Night I was sitting in that cell
Goin' straight to hell
Man I said I gotta get my flow
Remember sitting in my cell my
Mama
the way in
Can’t say the same for them oh no
Can even trust my kin
Loose lips ain’t shit oh no
Man it should be a sin
Bad bitches man I get em by
Yonkers to Decatur
Salute my nigga jada
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced
cologne
Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong
I'm in this booth hella King
Hella king man I'm zapped
Man I been smokin hella weed
Hella
in
Yo Tiga-Z
Yo man wake up
J-Snow
My old friend
The fuck you want Hash Browns
You replaced me
Left me to die by Tiga-Z's hand
Look man it was time
Hey lady, let me tell you
Why I can't live my life without you
Ooh, baby
Every time I see you walking by, I cannot breathe
You don't understand but
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
and my sword in my hand, lil' bro you could call a man Zorro
And if me and bro jump out shanks in hand more time you ain't seein' tomorrow (no)
I done
And honestly on to better things, that's her friend
These niggas groupies, they peons, man
King of my city like Leon, man
'Head of these niggas by eons, man
on all of my watches
Aint got time if your telling me rubbish
Yeah
Buss it buss it
Tell a man buss it buss it
Aint got time to
Put mans in a coffin
If he
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
come back when you get off tour"
Souped as hell; I really regret it
Now the only thing I got in my pocket is bad credit
How can a man like me
Be
to get out California
Floating by my lonely with some
Money just to hold me
Man, ever since I came to California
I've felt so lonely even though
I stay
my girlfriend
All mine all mine shawty wit me all the time
See how safe I keep her right by my side
Yep that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my
Man it is what it is
And I did it all by myself
Man it is what it is
I ain't never been a protégé
I ain't had nobody pave my way
I just put in the work
went, I could feel that on my backside
I said, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
They would grab me by the hand
And you start taking off like
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