I was just getting started in the rap game
Still had one foot remain in the drug game
I'm my own boss
Could a left this b**h like I came
Pump it like the p**y
To walk away with being sane
Lord bless me main
I need to switch my life up
Put the weed and liquor down
Try to get wifed up
Austin Powers with these who*es
My son's now Minime
Picked the wrong baby mama
Sleeping with the enemy
Real n***as [?] f** the b**h and mean that sh**
Go to jail, get money
n***a leave that b**h
You suppose to be one
Like the coke and the coke pan
Lady h**ne can turn a boss into a broke man
Got to take control of these b**hes like a bad habit
Dress her like a queen and she'll still be a maggot
All these steady [?] and the drummer you can miss me
You can miss me, kiss me
Naw, ain't no telling where your lips be
Or been, on been, that real could have been
Buy you a new purse
b**h I ain't none a dem
(Naw I ain't none a dem
You heard)
b**h I ain't none a dem
Should've paid your light bill
You bought a outfit
Need to get your mind right
Get off that dumb sh**
Handle your priorities
Your priorities
Handle your priorities
Your priorities
Should've paid your light bill
You bought a outfit
Need to get your mind right
Get off that dumb sh**
Handle your priorities
Your priorities
Handle your priorities
Your priorities
Let me explain the deal
I can't miss a meal
I know your p**y wet
And you stay on pills
And you stay on liquor
And you stay on green
I ain't sleepin' around snakes
I don't stay on lean
How'd you focus b**h
Know when you s** my dick
Bands keep my dick on [?]
Motherf**er b**h
And you n***as catchin' murder charges over hoes?
You are some stupid motherf**ers
Case closed
Call me Hector
I'm about my pesos
Money first, b**h last
You can replace hoes
If the cheddar cheese like some Queso
Youy rather [?] goes a bummer and chase hoes
Should've paid your light bill
You bought an outfit
You need to get your mind right
Get off that dumb sh**
Handle your priorities
Your priorities
Handle your priorities
Your priorities
When is income tax time
You b**hes bawling down
Forty five days later
You'd be calling down
To the man upstairs
Looking for a bliss
By unnecessary sh**
Get a Smith & Wesson
And blow your brains out
b**hes get out the way
Real n***as save their money for a rain each day
And make a plate every chance that a n***a get
f** boss every chance n***a sh**
That b**h open 'em legs every chance a n***a hittin
Once blow a bu*ton, blow a nut a n***a splittin
Light bills still due
Kids gotta eat
Your sorry baby daddy
Only transportation fee
For still holding onto a pipe dream you is wrong
The fat lady ain't gonna come
She done already song
(Fa la la... fa la laa)
She'll already sung baby, like real talk you gotta understand sumn
I mean, it's cool for you to want some dick and yea he'll uck the sh** out you
But b**h you gotta handle your priorities
Can't be missing work
Cause you want to get a nut
What the f** wrong you
Ain't glad you shhh... shhhh