Ain't Shit Nigga

(álbum: I Hate My Life And I Really Wish People Would Stop Telling Me Not To - 2018)

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Bitch, I'm your mama and your daddy
Not just that nigga in your alley
I'm the croutons up in your salad
And know the formula to make a Krabby Patty
Who is that bitch? It's that nigga that'll pistol whip ya
Just for kicks and giggles
Playing a lick, I'll stick up with my nigga
And politic on how to get a ticket witcha, it's real
Tryna get my doctrines like I'm Dr. Phil
Prophesize my pockets into Uncle Phil
With two bitches named Viv with two different skins
This the Maury Show, every episode I disappoint a ho
I don't trust her, we meet by the corner store
I just fuck her then tend to avoid to grow
Shit is wicked, bitch, isn't it?
Let her fuck and then sit bitches up in my tenement
King Diggy, 'cause my nigga got so much sentiments
Once I hit it, I dip off into the oblivion
Then pretending how I'm living, it's like a citizen
Rode the transfer so I can feel like a kid again
Illegitimate, it's only work on my penmanship
But never leave the crib unless I'm running outta piff and grits