Ain’t nothing to it, but you doing
Am all about that dumb shit
South side collage park
Nigga you don’t run shit
My janitors map the floor
Be careful how you slipping
Never herd them boys was deep
But we don’t really give a fuck
See one a ma nigas a fight two a yo niggas
And then a bunch a yo niggas is go draw
Got a bunch a gorillas
And drug dealers and killers
And none of these niggas is ever go stop
I got enough about this plain disrespect
Is time to let a nigga know
Lets tangle a nigga from the top of the bucket
Better let a nigga go
I teach you bout some manners
I teach you bout respect
I teach you about that gold chain
Hanging around your motherfucking neck
Jays watch, pinky ring I ain’t done
Pack up all your shit and head back to where you came from
Nigga I ain’t the one
So miss me with that bull shit
Internet dumb tuggers empty out a full click
Time after time
Like am o take it up after I wake up
But rhyme after rhyme
Ludacris be the first in rapper just say go
I all about my paper
I couldn’t give a damn about a hater
Some of my niggas from the cater
A nigga stand up like sada for bata
You’ll really hurt my feelings
You’ll rally got to chill
I cry and wipe my tears wid hundred dollar bill
Fuck you all am self made
I hustle hard, I been tril
From that Hollywood
But am hungry with that pin steel
Got hits way over your head
Yo ball in that in field
Got 10 houses unpayed for
Shorty niggas play wisteel
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