I just love when I'm with you, yeah, this is on ten We used to be friends, girl, and even back You would at me with no hesitation and you'd tell me baby, it's yours Nobody else's, yeah, this shit to nobody, it's yours Nobody else's, yeah, this shit to nobody and that made me think about the game, girl And how I switched it up with a new Young came through on his Wu-Tang And nowadays when I ask about who got it, they say it's Nobody else's, yeah, this belong to nobody, it's yours else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's yours It's yours, for sure
How you feel about, coming with a, nigga for the night? If you nervous, hit the lights, I know we only fucking out of Cause your man don't do you right, do you right, I could you so good Then I hit you with the 9 a.m. in who you like, baby, who you like
Machine gun raps for all my in the back Stadium packed, just glad to see the on the map I just the city life, it ain't about who did it first It's about who did it right, looking like "Preach" Open cases on me for a half a million I find peace knowing that harder in the streets I know, luckily I didn't have to there I would only go cause there's niggas that I know there I don't know getting into me I just like the rush when you see your somewhere in the club And you realize he just not in a position to your energy You ever worried cause he's not who he pretends to be like Mazin who was a best friend to me Start to become a memory Things in that life and this life started lacking synergy And with me mentally, I think it's meant to be Paranoid, always rolling my mothafuckin' boys But you gotta understand when it's They don't really your ass with a mothafuckin' choice, man
I love when I'm with you, yeah, this shit is on ten We used to be friends, girl, and back then You would look at me with no hesitation and you'd tell me baby, it's Nobody else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's Nobody else's, yeah, this belong to nobody and that made me think about the game, girl And how I switched it up with a new nigga came through on his Wu-Tang And nowadays when I ask who got it, they say it's yours Nobody else's, yeah, this shit to nobody, it's yours Nobody else's, yeah, shit belong to nobody, it's yours yours, that's for sure