knowin

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

There'd still be niggas out killing

I was born to do the damn thing

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

And this will be the song that we sing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no Queen

P-i double l in the building