Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win
To get that good occupation
That you were never, any good for me, it was always my fault, i used to believe,
Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice
Better than your bitch would
And we know that ain't no good
Wiz khali is stuck on replay, play something new i need to hear a good beat
So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat
He just throws it around
Hard to not hear your sound
Cant hear shit on that particular ear, i need to get this shit cleared
So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest
We was loonie i suppose, you could
That everythings fine, ok and good
And that fucker still talks to me he's all i can fuckin' hear
Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear
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