I've been in my cell for a week straight Locked down 24, no more Philip's Steak Damn, shit's so real it seems fake Damn, let me take 'em to the green gate When we was sellin' white girl Audemar shinin' like it need a light bill These niggas dick ride like they don't even like girls A hundred thousand for the jet, yeah that's the flight bill Damn, cost four bricks to go to the LIV nigga Whole squad on some shit, that's how we live nigga Twenty-five bad bitches what we did nigga That's fifty different Louboutins bleedin' red nigga Whew, I ain't blood and I ain't crippin' neither On the phone with the plug talkin' Justin Bieber I made a milly last week and I ain't touch it neither Straight cash tryna give 'em straight gas Catch you out in Brooklyn, get your chain tookin' My Philly boys'll creep up on you when you ain't lookin' With your lil memes, I be with the real queen Screamin' free the real Preme, we be doin' real things Pull up with a bad bitch, whippin' somethin' real mean Marchin' all these fuckin' drums on me like a drill team I be with my young niggas, all they know is kill things Don't make me make a real scene, uh See an OVO chain, probably take that shit Said dreamin' wasn't enough, we had to chase that shit You ain't write it' nigga, we caught ya, can't erase that shit And you claimin' you HOV now? Why you state that shit? Man I hate that shit, niggas be talkin' out they face But soon as you body somethin' they be singin' like they Drake Wait, niggas dancin' like they fruitcakes Hotline Bling don't get no bing up in this new Wraith Pull up on the plug, swap that bag with the suitcase DC4 on the way, that's nigga's due date Robbed you in your city and you told Tory from the 6, you hatin' on him, Lord knows Culture vulture, now it's time to pay the tolls Soft as the lacrosse team, boy that's word to HOV No reply, word to God I'm on the floor still Me and Nicki watchin' the Sixers, I'm closin' more deals Dreamchasers' double MG, we got the door sealed Roc Nation, Atlantic Records, I'm on my fourth deal When I met you, you was on my dick Asked me to hold the DC chain, now you on some shit Omelly told me get it back cause he's like "boy's a bitch" And I'm like, let him get it took cause we gon' charge 'em trips
I've been in the hood for like a year straight Sippin' dirty, it be hard for me to stand straight Damn, it's time to cut the dead weight I'm tryna turn my CLS into a red Wraith When I was sellin' hard crack you was scared straight I dropped 9 and bought the Rollie with the red face Meek the one that got the mil, the one that got the deal I'm still lampin' with the shooters and they poppin' pills These niggas like to rap diss they get popped for real It's time to son these pussy rappers, I'm their pop for real I'm the type to fuck your mom cause she's a thot for real And I ain't got one, my pump playin' shotgun Quarterback that Glock, Cam Newton, and you catch a hot one And for the fam I'll keep shootin' until the cops come Reload, double back, hold up cuz, I got one Official only respect official and you are not one No, we are not them, we be on some other shit Deep in them trenches, duckin' narcotics and the government Tracin' the dollar, flippin' that product, tryna double shit Chewing like it's double mint Man, who you niggas fuckin' with?
Writer/s: ROBERT RIHMEEK WILLIAMS
Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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The Four Tops' "I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie Honey Bunch)" was written by the Motown team of Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland and Eddie Holland. The phrase "Sugar pie, honey bunch" was something Dozier's grandfather used to say when he was a kid.