Selfish

(Album: Super Tecmo Bowl - 2008)

Jets nigga, in and out

Hot Spitta that nigga
In the club fresh like I'm dressed to take pictures
Full of that liquor, Ryder keep on popping Rose
And Dre keep twisting those swishers
Man we living, and these hoes know that
Recognize my face, I pause for the Kodak moment
Homies ten door ronie walked up on me and said she was rolling
This how we going, but she can't sleep at my crib
Because my girl will be home in the morning
I'm so sorry, but I'm trilling the bong whistle
Got a stack of money ready to peel and you can get it, sike
See a trick I've never been, baby down that road I've never went
What I look like giving you half my chips
Like you wrote half my fly ass shit, biatch

Maybe I'm selfish
I did it all on my own, you ain't helped bitch
(So don't ask me for shit)
Maybe I'm selfish
I did it all on my own, you ain't helped bitch