I changed my shit, here it is


You know those days when you hear yo bitch calling you
But you don't respond 'cuz you ballin' and bitches are up on u, crawlin’
My ghetto lifestyle, little houses and no cars
Dreamin I could be a celebrity
Wishin i could be makin Million dollar phone calls to bad bitches and all
A nigga don't make five bucks to spend before he come up
Sippin' out this half a pint bout to light up this blunt
Just reminicin' bout past years, deaths and tears
So many fallin' peers I'd never thought I be able to hear through these ears
Swallowin' xplicit like a quart of beer hope the rain will hide the tears
And if bitches are comin afta me, I’m gonna hafta fuck em up
I aint no child of God and keep I keep tryin to get my shit together but I don’t
And I sure as hell no that I won’t, not even when god is behind me
Wit both of us combined it is impossible to get on the right track
But ever time I try some bitches just come to mack,
And I know that no one will ever cut me any slack.
Xplicit, tryin to copy my name,
You ass oughta get mamed,
Yo ass thinks that you is off the heezy
But I know that ur wack fo sheezy
So fuck u and go and hide in yo house,
Cuz im about to come and crush yo ass like a mouse!