I'm too real nikka not to keep it real with me
It's too much to be made, trying to steal from me
All that shyt bout
"Long as you straight, I'm straight"
All that talk
"As long as you got, I got"
That's dead weight,
I need mine
You say I got it dog, I got to see mine
Man your kids eating good I got to feed mine
Look you say I'm a druggy and I got weak mind
It ain't your business if I spend it in a weeks time
That's my issue nikka, so let me get it
Won't you just cut that check and let me spend it
nikka won't you just cut that check and let me spend it
You got yurn now why you holding mine?
I'm a grown man I don't need you controlling mine
You got yurn why you holding mine?
You's a bytch, I don't need you controlling mine
I help nikka make this bread, bake that bread
I can't get a sandwich that's how you gone play me
Money will never come between a clique that's what you said
Money freaked you out and went straight to your head
You never thought the day come I'd be from under you Wayne
You never thought the day come I'd be doing my thang
Everything that goes up must come down
Everything that goes round gotta come back round
I'm telling you my nikka
It don't pay at all to be a dog, ya'll gone have ya'll day
But ya'lls gone come a little quicker
You gone get your issue fukking with this nikka

damn B.G.