[Verse 1: Cynic]
These lames they all trick n ride
With them I don't really vibe
I rather study character
Then drink & try to socialize
My pockets is alright
I got my own f**ing high
Got my own b**hes too
So homie keep pa**ing me by
It's never personal, I'm telling you why
Cuz I been around the world
And everywhere is the same lie
I been around the world, not everywhere is the same high
If the homies smash your girl
Guaranteed she's gonna tell you bye
These broads love me, cuz I gave 'em the knowledge
I teach 'em things
In a couple months, they gonna learn in college
Explain, create your stories
While she slurping & vibing
We talking religion, science, astrology
Big bang theory, while she moaning & swallowing
She knows I'm from the streets, so she thinks I'm astonishing
I love life, I live it with no limits
When it's all said & done, will they be there when I finish
(when I finish, when I finish)
[Hook]
Yo, I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessing
If my girl think I'm loyal then that b**h is a fool
You hit like d**, s**y mothaf**a
So we can never be a couple hun
Yo, I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessing
If my girl think I'm loyal then that b**h is a fool
You hit like d**, s**y mothaf**a
f** love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum
[Verse 2: Sick Jacken]
Yo, I lay back in the cut like..
The world is mine, and all I need is one mic
One bottle and one broad, I Just might
I still like to live the single life some nights
Only problem, b**hes come back when its done right
Tell 'em what they wanna hear
Verbal sk** is dumb nice
Spit in her mouth while digging her out
Dick in the trout
The broads dig it, cuz I'm big in the south
Empty promises, no games
I just can't be honest
It's f** love
Groupie Puss thrown at the artists (damn)
What am I to do?
When she make it hard
Just one thing to do, stick it in her orifice
I make 'em feel like I love 'em for just a bit
And always lose, when we start to play just the tip
Had good times and got busted a grip
It's your fault cuz you trusted the dick
You're mind f**ed b**h
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Murs]
I bet I'll f** that b**h
Even though she looking at me, like I ain't sh**
Look I got more confidence then I got hair
What chu think you a dime b**h? pft I don't care
You can stand over there, thinking you too good
We drinking Hennessy, so you think that we too hood
Like we just some thugs, who ain't about sh**
But before you start to judge, let break down your outfit
50 dollar shoes with your 50 dollar dress on
Homemade manicure, nothing but some press-ons
Smelling like the perfume on sale at Sephora
40 Dollar bag but you paid more for it
These Forever 21 broads, ain't about nothin'
That's why they a** will be forever looking for husband
You see 'em mind f** 'em
Break down their self-esteem
Then build em back up and have playing for your team
[Hook]