No excuses
Got that pack
Gotta let it go
I was broke, I got doe now
Ima let show
I was stuck up on that old hoe
Had to let her go yeah
I cant let her go yeah
I had these checks to go n get
Too bad she text me mo yeah
I cannot f*ck that hoe
Baby I might rob ya
Get away from me I drink your blud
I wish she wasnt so sad
Maybe ima go back
Wish I could stop falling in love wit women that got no dad
When shes wit me she so attached
Because she know i got her back
Because she know i got that bag
And aint taxed her for that thrax
I dont do shit for the show
Shoot a ultra video
Smokin dope, from the city
Wheres the Angels lost hope
Feel like Kurt Angle on dope
My buddha necklace on froze
They say my life a f*ckin joke
Sit back and laugh and then i smoke
I dont let no one get close
Smoke 555 on the low
My heart broken into pieces
Thats why i cant love a hoe