I don't always do what's best, I confess
Exhibit A, my ex, I rest my case
Tell you the rest yesterday
Starlito's Way, the Free at Last mixtape (alright)
This go around I'm my own boss
Trash Bag Gang b**h and I'm showing off (Grind Hard)
Gotta give it up to dro and soft
My latest yellow broad, I call her misses Know-It-All
Cheating on her man with Mr. Blow-It-All
A.K.A what it cost, I don't wanna talk
Lito fell off, is that what they thought
Now she like, girl let me tell you what this n***a bought
Couple gats and loft, and that thrax kind of expensive
So like a business expense, I tax right off as soon as I get it
Keep that sh** so presidential, flow so existential
With a pocket full of dead inventors
Tried to put me up on sh** that I'm already into
And if she ain't street smart, that's cool, I'm heavy in her
Mother f** them p**y n***as that I never mention
Mind on a million, still winning, I ain't petty n***a
Clique to clique, dick riding, you pathetic n***a
You can have that b**h, I already hit her
She got miles like the Chevy n***a
You don't want beef, I'll turn you to a veggie n***a
I'm a Sapien-omnivore
Whose alibi was he's out on tour
Either that or court side watching the Commodores
Bad mother f**er, put that on the condom on the floor
Swisher sweets and a suite with a submissive freak
Them b**hes cheap when you get 'em geeked
I love her brain, feel like she missing teeth
Probably get another chain, I'm on my Mr. T
Made six G's this week in Mississippi
Speakers blew at my last show, but they ain't miss a beat
I'm on fire n***a, Richard Pete
Getting Richard Pryored on my next deal, yeah this is me
Lito, with my pistol and zip at least
Cashville's streets dry, but I move like they slippery