Young D - Didn't I (Prod D Money) lyrics

[Verse 1: Young D] I hate to leaving you looking so foolish So stupid But girl everything you do just has that effect on me I be getting lost if I dont have you next to me I got all these people saying "D, you got next homie" I doubt they'll even listen (Damn) They don't take me serious 16 year old rapper man, he must be delirious I admit that sometimes I don't put my all in But I ain't never say that rap was my callin' I just try to get these thoughts out That's why you can see me rapping my balls off That's why I'mma keep doing it until my heart stops Or until my skin falls off So keep sendin these beats And I'm gonna k** 'em, never accept defeat Uh, cause we got nothin' over here boy Me and Match aJ we like the rookies of the year boy And Kali too (Can't forget him) [Verse 2: Match aJ] As I look out the window Waiting for these thoughts in my mind to reload so I can shoot this scene up and they say Match no, no, no There he go with that lazy flow I do this for the show They ask really I say yea fo' sho' I'm f**ing illy so it's time to make some sense With these lines so you can gather up some cents Throw these dimes in ya piggy banks Give it a price, give it a life, let it sank Tied to, like it was your wife, what you thank (Damn) Maybe I'm the last of a dyin' breed Cause these days the fans livin' in misery All day and night so I gotta show my chivalry And these phony cats are the real enemies Battlin As I'm rattlin like a snake Going around these fakes And unraveling the truth Around these fools It's match And I do What I please Cruising on these new young d's Lit the jay up with a match I guess I'm flying to Cali [Bridge: Kali Paylinn] (Workout) Time after time Dealing with the hate Never said to my face "what's the problem" ho Time after time Working till a slave Wonder if this sh** will pay when I'm ballin [Verse 3: Kali Paylinn] When you On the beach, towels out with the hoes On the beach, towels out with the bros On the beach, towels out blowin' O's Grabbin' everyone money swear to god that sh** be runnin' on Going off topic with the stuntin' sh** But I must floss, got plaques on the way, b**h And I sag Show my a** with the cash And I flash b**h, bring 'em cameras back Strike a pose n***a fresher than a rose White girls doing white Girl, everybody knows Molly 'nd MaryJane Probably say they want a train With an ex, doing X, doing s** on a plane, huh