Lil Rob - Rough Neighborhood lyrics

I got somethin to get off my chest It's a rioting; cause after this, it don't exist I who have nothing, may have nothing But I still got something that you don't, you don't I who have nothing, may have nothing But I'll always have something that you won't, you won't Ey, what's happenin Primo, long time no hear from But you're all about bullsh** and we don't wanna hear none So take your, f**in d** and your wannabe thugs And your junkie lil' b**h from the strip club and get fu*kED Still can't believe what the f** you did f** my nino, no f** you, your s*utty wife and your kid Just a pain in the a**, that was some pains in my neck Around here, you ain't feared you get no f**in respect So how's it feel not to be real, Mr. Big Man with the plan But the first to run when sh** hits the fan, c'mon Who you tryin to kid with that gangster sh**? Lil Primo, you can't even be a gangster b**h You must be {hiiiiiiigh} on your own supply Get some sick f**in vatos, they done boned you dry Yet on you cry, because we both know why You don't, you lie, sparks flyin like 4th of July, goodbye Ey check this out Even if I could I don't wanna cruise the hood in Mercedes Benz Rather cruise a six-three convertible Hoppin down the block with all my friends The ones that don't care, whether or not I'm makin ends The ones that were there and never scared and down to do it all again I call you "The Great Pretender" cause your life is just pretend I like the movie "Scarface" too but remember, he dies in the end And you're no Tony Montana either, you must have a fever or some sh** You went crazy, you're sick, you just a dumbsh** f** it, f** you, f** him too f** everyone who knows what you do, f**er is stuck with you What must I do? I thought your hermana was cool but f** her too And this is all because of you Sad but true, talk sh** about your dad Boy your kid's gonna be real f**in glad to have a dad like you Hate to see him grow up, to be a man like you Or maybe I do, so he can f** up your family too, man f** you I continue, to rap in the booth, guaranteed you're gonna be havin the blues Cause when someone's havin to lose it has to be you I drive the Caddy but I f** with my baller ride Wear bu*ton-ups but I don't, pop my collar I pop all lies like it's nada in the calle, not the Range It's not the same, you went insane, you ain't Gonzalez, changed yo' name The f**in clique you claim is lame My sh** is so heavy and true that you, couldn't pick it up with a crane And that's familia Yeah I can only tell it how I see it ese Cause after this you don't exist Either you respect that or you can step back Cause after this you don't exist We'll be a riotin Cause after this you don't exist The last thing I do, take care of the familia man Cause after this you don't exist You can't come back no more You ain't welcome here man You brought it wrong ese