Backpack - Left Get lyrics

[Sample] If not for mine Check! [Verse 1: CJ Fly] This budget of mine always f**s with my pride Until I feel we doing fine I'll be subject to crime I bother why?, a tad bit out of touch with father time Feeling like another abandoned child, that's been effected Never had stepped in, got a way with the words but no sense of direction Like dice betting, nice women and nice weapons Wasn't no one to teach me mistakes made life lessons How I get it?, all the money that I'm spending With my henchmen, doors opened and I went in Knew this was never really the path that I chose The money and hoes, the flashy clothes that ? the ? Only planning to give him a half of one dose Top of the morning they'll be asking fo' mo', all for some chicks to actually do blow Now I got the whole strip on lock, chick off the old block they just on the O'Block Plus, some cats rub me wrong so I ain't feeling 'em man ? to do twice cause I'm k**ing 'em and Feds is watching posting scoping while they sit in a van Where as I was hot, the ? what they did with the ? Trying to catch me in the act like cinema grand I must be trash cause they trying to throw me in a can Fiends rush me whoa homie don't touch me, ain't never seen you before you ain't a regular custy He begin to jibber jabber, trying to get a n***a madder Got me pissed like I had a health problem with my bladder All that he would say and I acted like I ain't know about "I know what you got in store so why is you holding out?" You a bit to fast homie, you gon' need to slow it down Until I lay in the earth I'm forever holding my crown Because I touch figures I don't ever trust n***as It's just my luck, he was moving like a sus' n***as Then I, started questioning his identity, heard bullets have no name if they Fly then I guess they're meant for me You and I are two different entities, you just p**y I love p**y that's why she ? Wasn't friends with me so I guess that made her my enemy Left me alone eventually couldn't ever get a dance on me If you know me I keep a large clientele, how could I go wrong while I'm getting calls on the cell Said they needed a hit I gave 'em a fix, I would say it with some sh** The vocals that I lick come out crisp, I'm not supposed to give a f** if a hater gon' be dissing Name on the disc when I'm making it big Oh no so so, get a watch as Rol's go, I won't have to ask for the time no mo' The POPO is the reason that the poor poor Ain't trying to be paying taxes we trying to make our own dough