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