N The Cut

You know what I be seeing with my mans when I be going through this shit Crazy shit, man Maybe God was like, nigga, he don't need no kids, no baby mothers, no dumb shit Took me off the shelf when he needed me to be off the shelf Boy, I be dealing with crazy-ass shit like this Why do chicks play games, though? Like, pop everywhere I go, I see the same hoes They say, no to bruh who got a shit in order Instead, she want a nigga from the feds who be pissing water Sitting on the corner dressed like a prostitute They mad with niggas' disrespect, what is they supposed to do And you know it's true, you want that attention But not from everybody claiming you a hottie, but these thotties specific Think they terrific with they fake nails and fake lips That ain't fashion where they ran, promoting the big lips Growing up in the district, I seen it a lot Hoes get stabbed or they shit split from skin to cloth And it's sad when shit get that hearing Please and stop calling your brothers for protection, boy, you'll need the cops To me, that be the ones that be wanting a man trapped Some be acting scandalous, but say they get a bad rap I've been in love, I even cried once Gotta move on, you only die once Don't gotta front or fake love Cause chicks looking for tricks who take drugs from fake thugs I stay to myself, keep it moving Dealing with folks who got things to be losing I'm proving shit to who, cheesing for what Juice cooling like you do, see me in the cut Difficult to put a queen on a team Cause you don't know if she worth the ring or the fleam You will move up or sink in the sea Some folks never found love, they think and they dream You got people like fuck love, I don't want it Either they cool or not, ready for it or they done done it Fuck all that bunning up When your feelings involved, somebody always fucking up Unless you lugging up and finding the perfect match One you can build with, she like fuck a Birkin bag Shit ain't important, plus the stats you pay for it We just been inventing some shit, like Gary A. Morgan Chicks stay snoring when they focus on materials Cause niggas they had you eating shrimp, then you eating cereal You looking blue like here we go again You feeling used and abused, so you lose out on real men to choose I've been in love, I even cried once Gotta move on, you only die once Don't gotta front or fake love Cause chicks looking for tricks who take drugs from fake thugs I state it myself, keep it moving Dealing with folks who got things to be losing I'm moving shit to who, cheesing for what Who's cooling like you do, see me in the cut Juice Music