I just when I'm with you, yeah, this shit is on ten We used to be friends, girl, and even back You would look at me with no hesitation and you'd me baby, it's yours Nobody else's, yeah, shit belong to nobody, it's yours Nobody else's, yeah, this belong to nobody and that made me think about the game, girl And how I it up with a new thang Young nigga came on his Wu-Tang And nowadays when I ask about who got it, they say yours Nobody else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's yours It's yours, for sure
How you feel about, home with a, nigga for the night? If you nervous, hit the lights, I know we only out of spite Cause your man don't do you right, do you right, I could fuck you so Then I hit you with the 9 a.m. in who you like, baby, who you like
Machine gun raps for all my niggas in the Stadium packed, just to see the city on the map I just gave the city life, it ain't about who did it It's about who did it right, looking like "Preach" Open cases on me for a half a each I find peace knowing that it's in the streets I know, luckily I didn't have to grow 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 reciprocate your You ain't worried cause he's not who he pretends to be People like Mazin who was a friend to me Start to become a distant Things change in that life and this life started lacking And fucking with me mentally, I think it's to be Paranoid, rolling with my mothafuckin' boys But you gotta understand when it's They really leave your ass with a mothafuckin' choice, man
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, shit belong to nobody, it's yours Nobody else's, yeah, this belong to nobody and that What made me think the game, girl And how I it up with a new thang Young came through on his Wu-Tang And nowadays I ask about who got it, they say it's yours else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's yours Nobody else's, yeah, shit belong to nobody, it's yours yours, that's for sure