[Verse 1: Armani Flow$]
Girl tell me your problems like I'm suppose to care
And tell me keep breathing like I'm close to air
And these haters keep talking like I'm suppose to hear
Call me the mailman we getting postal here
Now run and tell that...
New York girls saying a n***a Ill-mat
Go all the way to cali and they still feel that
No Lil'B boy this is real rap
Matter fact no future yall n***as real wack
Time to put Indiana on the f**ing map
R.I.P Pimp C... Texas where we at?
And we sittin sideways
Its funny how they say that crime pays
But n***as will say anything now days
Light one up inhale now blaze
Seeing through these n***as like some f**ing X-Rays
Tryna claim your son that your f**ing Ex raised
I remember those x days
Girls coming to me like im service so I get alot of praise
Homerun...Willie Mays
No Concords but I gotta mad J
n***as homeless cuz damn jobs won't pay
Man that sh** cray
Or maybe thats normal
Cold n***a no Thermal