[Intro]
[Verse 1: CGB]
I'm sick of this feeling and nothing can stop it
I dare you to test me, I'm sick of these sloppy hoes
My friends are my foes, don't come to my show
Go sniff on your blow, it's me on my own
I can do it solo dolo, imma go show
I got some homies that's getting some dough
Cause they stuck around when I was low
Those are my f**ing brothers man you should know
Keep it real as f** and they acting it more
Fakes that be active to activate dro
Fakes that be asking for acatavis yo
Wanna come get some a** at my shows
That's where they know that the b**hes be poppin'
I'm doing my thing, I'm sorry I'm co*ky
Ain't have a thing, and now I be flossin'
You can just check the cash in my pockets
Think that you fake
And your wallet says so
Know that you fake
And I know that you broke
And you say you got commas?
I know that you don't
Me? Even when I be low
I got b**hes, I pull up with some dough
I got riches, I pull up with some hoes
Even when I'm dead, I be pulling in more
Then you ever gonna get for your motherf**in' show..