Yeah
Im workin on dyin
Im upset
Fifty thousand on my head, its disrespect
So offended that I had to double check
Ima always take the money over sex
Thats why they need me out the way
What you expect?
Got a lot of blood and its cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul
Thankful for the women that I know
Cant go fifty-fifty with no hoe
Every month, Im supposed to pay her bills
And get her what she want
I still got like seven years of doin what I want
My dad still got child support from 1991
Outta town, people love to pop a lot of shit then come around
Word to Flacko Jodye, he done seen us put it down
Niggas askin if Im cool
Im upset
Hunnid thousand on my head, its disrespect
So offended that I had to double check
You tryna check?
This is real life, niggas think we playin chess
So whats next?
Jump up out the bed like I’m possessed
I go out on tour and I say Im drinkin less
End up gettin loose and gettin pictures from my ex
SMS, triple X
Thats the only time I ever shoot below the neck (skrr)
Why you keep on shootin if you know that nigga dead? (Skrr)
Thats the only kind of shit that gets you some respect
Got a lot of blood and its cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul
Thankful for the women that I know
Cant go fifty-fifty with no ho (ayy, ayy)
Every month, she dont even love me, she just puttin on a front
She gon try and settle outta court and make a run
Then gon ask me how Im doin?
Im upset
Half a million on my head I cant accept, yeah
Least it makes me feel someone tried they best, yeah
Want to waste a half a million, be my guest
Made me wanna buy a vest and a TEC (skrr)
But Im blessed, I just checked
Hate me, never met me in the flesh
Say she got some things she gotta come here and collect
That shit is in a box to the left, to the left
Got a lot of blood and its cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul (for my soul)
Thankful for the women that I know (that I know)
Cant go fifty-fifty with no hoe