I hug her after I f*ck her, to let her know that I care
Felling guilt cause all of these on the wall picture stares
Pitcher scares, like she was nervous to throw it
But I still beat, no strings attached either, and she knows this
Skinny nigga, six foot, flow that's sick
Long neck, awkward funny nigga and she still let him hit
And I'm always one, 'less we talking hoops then I'm running two
Me and Rob was running twos before my fourth pair of shoes, nigga
Bro I remember, I ain't even wanna rap because my voice wasn't deep
What the f*ck
Yeah
Yeah
Good morning to all
Good morning to those who fall victim, to niggas with no condom they let dick 'em
Like Pokemon or Yu-Gi-Oh we pick 'em and switch 'em
My plot thickened, trips to clinics I'll hardly mention
Trips to my house, by bitches I thought was vixens
I thought was vixens
Self-affirmation, I'm pretty I'm cute
Niggas hardly ever listen cause they minds can't compute
Nor can they rebuke
Rhyme density like a heavy-eating brute's puke
Gazo blew up? Mm, damn who knew
And that taper fade done turned into some dreads and he got a new boo
K-E-N
Got a thing for girls that start with K and take his mental off the deep end
Be friends, that's what momma always proposed
But momma, look
How can you just be friends, when you seen her with no clothes
And how can you just be friends when it's so many beautiful hoes
And how can you just be friends when the niggas plotting is your bros
But I'm off it
They heard about him, they scared yo go first like nose goes
Big bag like Santa but no hoes
I'm just hoping I don't get hurt first like D. Rose
I'm just hoping that I grow like the concrete rose
So they can say from the concrete he rose
The beat stopped, what the f- damn
The beat stopped
I might as well- I might as well keep going