know what the fuck I'm doin'
I can't do what you want me to
Because I got to stay true
Bitches talkin' shit, I don't know why
Always tellin' lies about it, nigga
Well nowadays these are the breaks
Of all the niggas that's rappin' be
So I sit back and get high,
keep my thoughts on the prize
Realize the shit they talkin',
I ain't trippin' off that
Time to change, rearrange,
this game is movin' like crack
In fact, it seems the old school got
Put it down with fake smile for life,
I just been waitin' for the time to get mine
I stay ready and kept it steady
Left the block full of weed,
yes indeed, it don't stop
not givin' a damn what I do
Payin' dues, stayin' true, so nigga,
I can't do what you want me to
Because I got to stay true
Bitches talkin' shit I don't know
Because I got to stay true
I want to send this out to all the punk motherfuckers who
don't want to be true to what they say
owe my dick just because I smoke
That's all I rap about because bitch that's all I do,
It's the same shit that you did but the spotlight
is on me because I influence your kids so
Tell me I need to clean my mouth
Because I never got me a degree
Never went to college but I just
got back from getting some weed
And no matter what I call
So if you're talking I turn
blipping I didn't give a fuck
the lyrics and shit in my song
Nigga know right from wrong
of my own, and those who love to judge,
tend to hold a grudge, and if you do suck my dick
I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do,
because I smoke marijuana, I can't do what you want
me to, because I got to stay true, nigga fuck you,
bitches talking shit, I don't know why,
motherfuckin' mind to this shit
And kissed this motherfuckin' ass,
Ain't no love for them punk
It ain't no bitches up in your shit,
These niggas got me all fucked up, but
they come up in my face with that
Yang, niggas steady talkin'
But still they talk the same shit
mothafucka what a nigga say
Cause if you listen to everybody
the way you got your fame
Mmm, fuckin' up your name
Forgettin' where you got your game
Dedicated to all my homies
Not for all you busted motherfuckers
You know what I'm sayin'?
You uh, stop suckin' dick
I can't do what you want me to
Because I got to stay true
Smokin' till the weed gettin' so weak
Wanna do what the fuck I always do
I had, um, I had one to, um, I had one somewhere,
Yeah, there's some papers right here,
and a couple of sheets right here.
why these motherfuckers all about?
Oh, I went to go get a fucking job today.
What the fuck you think happened?
Hell, no, I didn't get no motherfucking
What am I supposed to think about that?
Make some moves on the streets, fuck