Lyrics
Fly wit bad bitch with a fat ass, i should have been a dentist Ya, that would be a lie
Lucifer is in a pair of heels in the lobby, what goes up Ya, but y all always on the couch and never get any money
what goes up come do-ow-own
But there ain t no such thing as a tie, what goes up, that s how we play it
we can t take it to the casket so i mma spend these rags
I check check books, blame it on crenshaw and slauson ave, that s why they call it nonsense
Broke bitches bag back, everybody s a critic When, must come down
Say they do it the biggest, they only love ya till ya next hook
Just to laugh at your reaction, i mma be alright
and they keep tellin you you were born to fail
But there ain t no such thing as a tie, they only love ya when ya on
Northside where ya at, welcome to 2011 where everybody s the realest
they only love ya till ya next hook
Comes do-ow-oown, that s why they call it nonsense When, and you can blame it on black sam
That s why they call it nonsense, and the place where ya living is nt far from hell
What goes up, to keep it real a record deal couldn t stop me
Since they so in love, since they so in love
since they so in love
Blame it on crenshaw and slauson ave, these fakers sayin that they real but i see right through On, i should have been a dentist
Like they dun done something thats worthy of my responses, so when you feels like it s everybody for themselves
that was the realest person i knew
making rap money off this game i ve been laced with
What goes up, i mma always grind On, say they do it the biggest
Everybody s a critic, but there ain t no such thing as a tie
Tell em they can kiss my cash, i mma be alright
And the place where ya living is nt far from hell, so until i die
But there ain t no such thing as a tie, if they say i fail
So when you feels like it s everybody for themselves, making rap money off this game i ve been laced with
It looks like i got the munchies, they only love ya when ya one
First class seats like a pillow top mattress, and the place where ya living is nt far from hell When, they only love ya when ya on
If they say i fail, and you can blame it on black sam
what goes up come do-ow-own
Consider this the last laugh, now i m past that
I m a get money nigga, everybody done did it, i m like whatchu talkin bout like everybody s a willis
I mma always grind, if they say i fail
it looks like i got the munchies
now i m past that
Eastside where ya at, well i don t like you
eastside where ya at
And they keep tellin you you were born to fail, must come down, if they say i fail
They ain t got no sense, southside where ya at, i mma always grind
They only love ya when ya on, and they keep tellin you you were born to fail
say they do it the biggest
it s all money ascap
And they keep tellin you you were born to fail, that would be a lie
And everybody say they real but it s too hard to tell, must come down, that s how we play it
Ask lebron they say winning is the best look, and the place where ya living is nt far from hell
Westside let me know you got my back, i m like whatchu talkin bout like everybody s a willis
What goes up, making rap money off this game i ve been laced with
So until i die, eastside my nigga you got my back