[Fabolous]
n*gga don't tell me what n*ggas say about me. Tell me why they feel comfortable tellin' you
The saddest story come from those who once had the glory
Had the fouries, diamond watches and the baddest shawtys
Now they in they ladder forties. Bunch of kids, scattered shawtys
No respect for none neglect they call they daddy Corey
I'm from a different cloth. That ain't the pattern for me
There are levels to this sh*t, different categories
Can't be like them n*ggas out here lookin' fat and gawty
They ain't never want no rings but be mad at Horry.
I'm talkin' bout man that n*gga don't deserve that sh*t
Like I was really in these streets I used to serve that sh*t
We started from the bottom, had to Topsy Turve that sh*t
Get it while the gettin's good. After that preserve that sh*t
My ex text me last night, but I curved that sh*t
Could have end up hittin' that, be too late to swerve that sh*t
That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some
I love gettin' brain, that never made me dumb
All that did was made me c*m
Swear these hoes made me numb
Only feelings caught is "b*tch you been should have gave me some!"
I knew some n*ggas who had bread never game me crumbs
Drank the whole f*ckin' juice and never save me some
I know how young n*ggas feel, I had to live through sh*t
So the world is constipated, nobody gon give you sh*t
I learned that n*ggas gon be n*ggas yeah we shouldn't do it
But hoes gon be hoes they just hate admitting to it
Where I been? Gettin' to it. Going through and gettin' through it
Run around killin' sh*t, tellin' cops I didn't do it
That's why they call me young OG
And I'mma spit this dope sh*t 'til my tongue O.D
I flew my shawty in from cali and she brung OG.
She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT
Yeah. And f*ck them n*ggas online reply Y
Broke n*ggas talkin' cuz it's free wifi
Outro: Ving Rhames
I hear you
You know the problem with you lil n*ggas?
You think you know everything about the damn world
You don’t know sh*t
Well I see you got yourself a lil business going
Well that’s good, that’s good
You make that paper
When you making, paper you gotta learn some rules to go wit it
You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter
It’s two types of n*ggas in this world
n*ggas with guns and n*ggas with butter
Now what are guns?
The guns, that’s the realist thing
It’s stocks and bonds
Artwork
What you know the sh*t that appreciates with value
What’s the butter?
Cars, clothes, jewelry
All that other bullsh*t
They don’t mean sh*t after you buy it
That is what it’s all about
Guns and butter baby
Lil dumb motherf*ckers