(Ant Chamberlain, that’s a hundred points)I guess it’s my fault that you don’t love me, ho f**k meIt’s safe to say the world getting uglyAnd I could say that my heart cold, my heart cold, yeahBut that’s ’cause you put someone else above meI got bad habits but I want for you to know, yeahWhen I talk less, it’s easy to let it goSo don’t talk to me ’bout pain, and don’t talk to me ’bout problemsAnd please don’t call my phone if it’s only about a dollar‘Cause when it rain, it’s gon’ rainAnd you gon’ need me way before I need you, I ain’t piss poor, yeahIf you talk less just know that you could get more, yeahSummertime, we got it popping like it’s CriscoWas way too deep in [?], we was fresh as hell tryna get hoesWhen old girl say she love me now, I wonder where that bi**h goIf you ask less, just know that you could get moreI know that the devil got a side, but it ain’t mineI’ma look you dead inside your eyes, tell the truth, know I ain’t lyingI told bro to flip the whip, make sure they can’t slideHe done died once, he a cat, now he got eight livesOn the other hand, I’m a G, bi**h, I got one until it’s doneAnd my homie was too gangster, he ain’t died to no gunMy other homie was too gangster, but he died in the slumsLife f**ked up, it’s like you flip a coin and hope you luck up
In the streets, the devil play, now don’t get sucked upMy daddy always told me don’t you trust noneGot a TEC and now I’m invested in my trust fundsBi**h, don’t talk to me ’bout how you love meYou just love it when you f**k meYou don’t know it hurt me ’cause I love it when you touch meAnd my heart keep getting tossed around like rugbyI’m so hurt, I’m bound to kill a ni**a if he mug meMe and you, we ain’t too different, bi**h, just listenGot a good head on my shoulders, but my heart was missingI guess it’s my fault that you don’t love me, ho f**k meIt’s safe to say the world getting uglyAnd I could say that my heart cold, my heart cold, yeahBut that’s ’cause you put someone else above meI got bad habits but I want for you to know, yeahWhen I talk less, it’s easy to let it goSo don’t talk to me ’bout pain, and don’t talk to me ’bout problemsAnd please don’t call my phone if it’s only about a dollar‘Cause when it rain, it’s gon’ rainAnd you gon’ need me way before I need you, I ain’t piss poor, yeahIf you talk less just know that you could get more, yeahSummertime, we got it popping like it’s CriscoWas way too deep in [?] we was fresh as hell tryna get hoesWhen old girl say she love me now, I wonder where that bi**h goIf you ask less, just know that you could get more