Gudda Gudda - Lonely lyrics

[Hook: Wiley] Now we living good Had a couple hits Still find me in the hood Rolling with a couple [?] Everyday I go to work Because ain't nobody owe me People wonder what it's like there They saying "Hey, can you show me?'" I tell them at the top it's lonely I tell them at the top it's lonely [Verse 1: Problem] At the top it's lonely as f**, Problem, Diamond Lane Yeah, what, hell yeah it is, sh** But I'd rather be lonely than broke I'm [?] like [?], boy Heavy if I care about a b**h (Nope, ha!) sh**, It's all about my squad Diamond Lane, my gang, working hoes like jobs You remember old [?] when the boy got robbed Tell her I'm in a strip club, I throw it up like live b**h catch it, hoe get naked, fast There's money in my future, everything else, pa** Like [?], Yeah so behind me Girls got me so gone you can't even find me Practice origami, I work that paper [?], so hit my pager If you trying to f** with a n***a like me Especially if your p**y sweeter than ice tea [Hook] [Verse 2: J.R. Writer] Writer Uh, overtime, I go to work You know the grind, but I own the [?] Always [?], the shorties' thirst How she know the rhyme, you would think she wrote the verse True sh**, true fit You don't hear me dirty n***a, get a Q-tip I'm [?] all about Your new b**h (What?) Getting what in the mouth, toothpick Do this, clueless I ain't the one that you should wanna fool with I'm a fool, b**h With a full clip That'll make a fool click and do a full flip Right, still heavy in the heights [?] or ice, semi or [?] I got a n***a that'll set them on sight And yeah, I used to get it off light [Hook] [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Gudda Ain't nothing just chillin' Sitting on top of the money I'm gettin' Leaning in the coupe sitting sideways In the road to the riches in my highway Getting money from London and New Orleans Underground legend, I'm none of these new 'all this' (Phone rings) That's your girl, n***a I hit her once and cut her off like a bad signal YMCMB Gudda Add another Gudda now you gotta pay me double man Give me 50 feet because I'm a hand full of trouble I'm just trying to double up my paper, on the double Eastside, boy we in this b**h Got a toilet bowl flow, man I been that sh** [?] Because on the streets on the beat, I can sin that hit [Hook] [Verse 4: Cam'ron] (Work In Progress)