[Chorus KushaTarantino] How should I invest in you what you dont invest in me The recipe fo disaster homie is indecency And now you're testin me Your the next to flee HOW SHOULD I invest in you, what you dont invest in me Cause in my city, if uou ain't spitten the truth You might as well rest in peace, and leave the rest to me [KUSHA VERSE] Now i understand that there ain't no handouts And comin from the Gutter you'll do anything hands down Put ya man down wit ya click; then back out Now they yellin Man's down! When I let this track out I can't chase..something that is less than me All decisions made were predetermined by my destiny If money is the issue really then you shouldn't mess w me Tired of investing in people that cannot invest in me.. I'm sayin, really think about it.. Four years down the road and I still seriously doubt it Will change a thang cause your vision got cloudy Lost sight of what I've done and now you're never seen round me -Biscuit tucked soundly and all my flows gravy If the shoe fits wear it, and know that you made me .maybe I'm crazy and you claim that I'm lazy 70 tracks later its safe to say I wasn't playing [Chorus KushaTarantino] How should I invest in you what you dont invest in me The recipe for disaster homie.. is indecency And now you're testin' me You're the next to flee HOW SHOULD I invest in you, what you dont invest in me Cause in my city, if you ain't spitten the truth You might as well rest in peace, and leave the rest to me Interpreted as a bad guy, You can get chills and bad vibes Ba** you can feel And ive "kilt" with a bag pipe Your style is f*g-like, nerdy and half-tied Trip on ya laces runnin for your half-life s**a don't act right, colda than bagged ice You the type to tell moms, and let brother and dad fight Give you some ad-vice, so you can get mad nice Adopt the word cadence and drop all the hand signs Respect I demand mine, a burden to damn time Bendin like an 808 boomin like landmines Lyrics so damn fine, ya hear it and can't find The answer to your question and now your plexin on damn line I'm known to bag dimes, You're sitttin there hands tied Behind your back stabbin always comes at a bad time And now you are flatlined pissed off; you're THAT guy Go dry yourself off you've been lyrically baptized [Chorus KushaTarantino] How should I invest in you what you dont invest in me The recipe fo disaster homie is indecency And now you're testin me Your the next to flee HOW SHOULD I invest in you, what you dont invest in me Cause in my city, if you ain't spitten the truth You might as well rest in peace, and leave the rest to me