I stopped hanging around y'all
‘Cause niggas like you be praying on my downfall
Hoping I flop, hoping I stop
You probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smoking the rock
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
Only thing I haven’t got is more stitches than you
Fucking punk, you ain’t a leader, what? Nobody followed you
You was never shit, your mother should’ve swallowed you
You on some tag-along, flunky yes-man shit
Do me a favor; please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can’t fuck with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no, fuck it, put your honey up