One time if you f*ck with the boy
Two times if you f*ck with the boy
Three times if you f*ck with the boy
Throw it up, you know what I do it for
I poured a fifth up in my drink
I think a nigga getting tipsy
Always chasing after sacks
The pressure's on, I'm blitzing
Was on a roll, I hit a six
My standards need some lifting
My wallet's like a morgue
Cuz ain't a nigga in there living
A blessing
The kid's next door
Call me number seven
A sick nigga
Not because I f*ck without protection
Cuz I got a sound that's moving faster than infection
Peep my intellect
Don't be surprised at my complexion
If I liked a bitch, I ate a bitch
She wanted love, I gave her dick
Ran all out of liquor
Got it covered
Made her drink my spit
Handed me a pill
It had me lit just like the Vegas strip
I rolled me up a wood
We playing cards
She said I'll take a hit
A pussy nigga hating, hope he lose nine lives
It's gon be hard for me to rise
Will I survive? I gotta try
I gotta stay on all ten
If I don't, then I'm a die
Niggas wanna know my motive
Give em eleven reasons why
I say I'm bout to blow, I'm bout to blow
They scared for my eruption
I been stacking Os
I make deposits by the dozen
Drink in moderation
To me that shit don't be nothing
Sometimes I gotta take a hit to make sure I feel something
I'm lucky like Luciano, you more like thirteen
Since fourteen had pro dreams
I came to eat, no choking
F*ck fifteen minutes of fame, I need an hour
MTV dropped me, my sixteens was too sour
Seventeen, I was lit like a charger
Raw with a Babyface like the Carters
Eighteen, she outside, then hide ya daughter
I keep one nine on my hip to solve my problems
It's a dub if I'm in the game
Like EA, the shit I say is gonna bring me fame
I'm the blackjack at the table
Call a spade, a spade
I don't ever run from a storm
I stand up in the rain
All I serve is strong
This shit hundred proof
I made it out the hole
I could've died when I was twenty-two
I hit twenty-three now I'm Jordan when I'm in the booth
Wine connoisseur
I'm like Kobe with the vino too
I'm very thankful just to be alive
I know plenty never see the age of twenty-five
But I get another year to give you niggas hell
Twenty-six, I'm on some shit, it's getting hard to smell
Stanza