Bow Wow - Emotional lyrics

[Verse 1] Back on my sh**, you should be nervous boy Maybach ride, I’m ducked low behind them curtains boy And I got my feet up, young n***a sittin’ comfy though Backwood, ten grams, we blowin’ heavy smoke Left Cash Money then I went back to the home team Had to find me wave, I had to tap into the old me Never read my comments on the ‘Gram, yeah y’all don’t know me Say you putting numbers up huh, you gotta show me Snoop said, “Get these n***as,” so I’ma get ’em dog One house, ten b**hes, that how I’m living dog Strip club, ten bands, then watch ’em take it off If she don’t f**, I don’t tip, that’s I how I do it y’all Let’s get back to this real sh** a n***a been through All that sh** they write about me, y’all think that it’s true See I’m too rich to be depressed and I don’t f** with the press Yeah, smoke ’cause I’m stressed, OG nothing less We at Teterboro when them planes touchdown Balenciaga runners on my feet when I touch ground Gotta watch your circle, it’s a circus, n***as turn clowns Go ‘head with all that fake love sh**, I know what’s up now Gotta watch these hoes nowadays, they all want to be famous And if she make it past the lobby, she signin’ a statement Because these hoes nowadays attackin’ n***as who famous You see Russell and the Weinsteins, I ain’t catchin’ them cases, roll up [Verse 2] Yeah, boy I got options like a quarterback I lost my little n***a to lean, he had a heart attack (damn) And all these rappers gettin’ taxed out here Heard you got pressed in LA, you can’t relax out there Take ’em to Compton, Wack, I swear they wouldn’t last out there They in your pockets huh, you paying for that pa** out there That’s extortion at its finest my n***a We in these streets every night, it ain’t hard to find us my n***a Bentley, Lamb, Rover, that’s all we ride my n***a You and 30 n***as, 30 clips, so don’t try my n***a Drop my own sh**, I couldn’t wait on Jermaine And I’m just speakin’ facts boy, I’ll never hate on Jermaine And see I see sh** different, now our view ain’t the same You still stuck on that old sh**, boy the business done changed I skipped a show just so I could see you Chris Day ones, me and you been through a lot of sh** No matter what you gon’ always be my little brother And it k** me when we in public and we ain’t speaking to each other This sh** crazy, oh my fault Brown, this sh** brazy We grown men, let’s turn this sh** around Ciroc got me feeling all emotional Speaking from my heart, that’s what I’m supposed to do Students of the game and boy I’m coachin’ you No subtweetin’, you talk sh**, boy I’m approachin’ you That’s real [Outro] f**ed up right now Gone off this Ciroc n***a n***as got me in my feelings f** around, wake up and regret everything I say But I thought that’s what hip-hop was about though So f** it