[Produced by OZ]
[Verse 1]
Sending bu*t naked pictures of my ex to my
Uncle fresh up out the joint
12 years gone, now my n***a home
On the same sh**, I can hear it in his voice
Itching to go and get it, tryna flex on his ex b**h
Told him I don't see the point
It's already crystal clear that she ain't sh**
Cause if she was she would've waited but she had a baby boy
I told him f** that b**h, she's in the Taurus
We gone go and hit the lot and cop the new Rolls Royce
Slip her a band every now and then, told him play it like a boss
We gone go and get the pistol, [?] joy
Then when them 6 months over at the halfway house
Imma move you to the A and Imma hand you a house
So you ain't got to worry about stacking you an ounce
Tell em your nephew had you if they ask you about it
[Hook]
That's the type of n***a I am, that's the type of n***a I am
That's the type of n***a I am, that's the type of n***a I am
That's the type of n***a I am, that's the type of n***a I am
That's the type of n***a I am, that's just the type of n***a I am
[Verse 2]
I bumped my head and burned my hand back in high school
Had some p**y n***as in my crew
True color showed when the pressure came on
Had a homie fall victim to a juug
Caught a first degree a**ault charge, lost some scholarships
And even worse they had me on breaking news
I was facing three years and I probably would of did the whole three
If I wasn't with Al Farouq
So put the blame on Que, make him seem like the bad guy
They turned a homie to an op
Like he wasn't in my crib eating
Going weeks at a time in the same dirty a** socks
Kima treat em like her own son, he lucky I ain't snapped
f** around and get his big a** popped
Letting them Wake Forest coaches do him like a robot
And I still was hoping he made it straight to the top
Cause at the end of the day
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[Verse 3]
f** your handout, n***a don't do sh** for me
I don't want no favors from a n***a
Even if I was lost in one of the seven seas
I wouldn't ask for y'all to save a n***a
Something simple, like just asking for a light
Now that n***a think you owe him something
And don't just happen to luck up and hit the lottery
Better you expect for you to throw em something
It's a sick world that we living in
‘Specially when you get to thinking when them d** start kicking in
So f** your two cents, I don't want you chipping in
Rather say I did it by myself when we in the end
I ain't never been a [?] type of n***a
That I hop off in your pic on some sh**
Just to be seen
Think about it, that's probably why you never see me in none of those pics getting posted up on IG
[Hook]