I don't give, no f*cks about you, i'm out with my family
I don't chill, with opposites, you better stick, to planning
Talking to my consciousness, cause i am not too friendly
You talk, all that popping shit, until they bringing them xannies
Acting like a stick, is up yo ass, get yo nanny
Brown skin, and she twenty-six, take off them panties
Chasing all this bread, then I put it, in my pantry
Shawty taste like candy, got her singing like she Brandy
Rest in peace, to Richard Pryor, i got my priorities
Bunch of, bad bitches, on the go, like sororities
Making all this music, and i stack up, all my royalties
You ain't go no loyalty You act too disorderly
You cannot get, more of me, she f*cking, to my poetry
You know, she my quarter piece
Dime bag, tank on E
That's just, how we do it
Don't trip, on the bullshit
If she bragging 'bout, her pussy, then that bitch, is a groupie
I just can't be clueless
I just can't be stupid
That's just, how we do it
Don't trip, on the bullshit
Rest in peace, to Richard Pryor, i got my priorities
Bunch of, bad bitches, on the go, just like sororities
Making all this music, and i stack up, all my royalties
You ain't go no loyalty You act too disorderly