| (feat. Cardan) [Cardan - talking through chorus] | |
| You know I loved you right | |
| I never, I never knew girl, you see | |
| You know the pain right, you can feel my pain right? | |
| Uh, to the gateway, now check it out, yo [Chorus] | |
| Ooh, I loved you so | |
| But why I loved you, | |
| I'll never know | |
| Ooh, the pain you put me through | |
| You know you've killed, now | |
| I lust for you [Cardan] | |
| Now since | |
| I've came in the game, money and fame, | |
| I love it | |
| But whoever thought | |
| I'd wake up one mornin with no budget | |
| It's Cardi the golden kid with that older shit | |
| I live, learn, learn to live, the older | |
| I get And | |
| I remember | |
| Thursdays, hungry | |
| Thursdays ' | |
| Bout sixteen, seventee, um, | |
| Murphy age | |
| But this rap game | |
| I love it, it's like | |
| I'm married to it | |
| I proposed on | |
| Clue?, she said | |
| I'd be happy to do it | |
| Gave her a kiss, mmmwwhha, she gave me fifty | |
| G's Silly | |
| Cardi I spent it, now | |
| Cardi on his knees | |
| Now I'm livin reality, a | |
| Biggie Smalls theme | |
| Askin for one more chance to show her what | |
| I really mean | |
| She said, you done seen a lotta things baby bro' | |
| Even best friends turned and take out videos | |
| I got with the 'tics, | |
| EI, still no deal ' | |
| Til Sugar said "chill baby, everything is Fo' Reel" | |
| C'mon [Chorus] [Ali - talking through chorus] | |
| Yeah, loved y'all punk ass nigga, showed y'all love | |
| Never know that shit | |
| How the **** you gon' drop a group, and the got the number one shit on the radio? | |
| Dumb ass nigga, look at us now, | |
| Fo' Reel nigga, | |
| Fo' Reel [Kyjuan] | |
| Nineteen-ninety-six! (hurry up, sign right here), let's sign these papers | |
| So we can get these papers and give these hoes the vapors | |
| Double-dumb entertainment dropped "Gimme What You Got" | |
| Off top, 'tics hot, even sent you a shot (Double-dumb nine sevennnnnnnn!) | |
| Didn't want | |
| Nelly on it, said his verse didn't fit | |
| Some ol' seperatin shit, ten percent ass bitch | |
| Whole town love us, no one is above us | |
| Treated you, no talent, knowin niggas like brothas | |
| No street team, no promotion | |
| Just woof tickets, raw ****in, no lotion | |
| One year later you decide to drop an | |
| EP At the same time drop us, that confuse me | |
| So like a bastard child, we on our own | |
| Put out and left alone, y'all wont answer the phone | |
| It took a little time, but we got it ourself | |
| Five million records later, now y'all askin for wealth (One, two, three, four, five), nigga please [Chorus] [Murphy Lee - talking during chorus] | |
| You know what | |
| I'm sayin, life is crazy, you know what | |
| I'm sayin | |
| You got choices in life | |
| But bro' when you make 'em, you gotta make 'em and make 'em right | |
| And if you ain't makin 'em right it's just crazy | |
| You ain't got nobody else to blame, nobody but yourself | |
| You know what | |
| I'm sayin, mad truth to that [Murphy Lee] | |
| Let me pretend that | |
| I'm a lawyer and explain the situation | |
| Facin three-to-one five across state, humiliation | |
| St. Louis set it off, phone calls was long distance (Ay yo, it's four birdies in Houston), c'mon, send some one to get 'em | |
| Who would do it for a grand? | |
| Eighteen, only thing on our mind was that killer money | |
| From Missouri to the | |
| T-E-X, A-S | |
| Two cats strapped it tight, right up under her chest | |
| One-way trip on | |
| Southwest but she didn't make it that far | |
| Metal detectors went bizarre, one-way trip to the car | |
| Your honor, she got a baby that'll drive my granny crazy | |
| A long distance lawyer that keep on tellin us "maybe" | |
| And we all raise her baby, takin curr (care) of her daily | |
| This law shit is crazy, never cease to amaze me | |
| It's different from the eighties, ninety-five to lately | |
| They givin out time like dogs givin out rabies (Free City) [Chorus] |
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