Twisted Insane - About You lyrics

[Chorus] Back when you were doin good and I was doin worse You wouldn't f** with me when I was broke and on the turf But now a days, you makin me ya main concern cuz you see the tables turn But b**h, you gotta waitchyo turn cuz I don't give a f** about you Baby, I don't give a f** about you Baby, I don't give a f** about you Back when I was drinkin worse [foreva'?] so were you But was ready for whatever - had a plan for what to do But now a days, you look at me like I'm the fool and act like I've been robbin you, homie, don't bother stoppin through cuz I don't give a f** about you Homie, I don't give a f** about you Homie, I don't give a f** about you [Verse 1: Twisted Insane] Don't try to call my phone, thinkin Imma tell you to come through, b**h (nah) When we was all alone, you would nevah let me run through sh** (nah) I leave em in the past, keepin em off with a kung-fu kick Funny how a little money can have em all crash-dummy, tryna undo sh** Damn, made a couple fans and now they actin strange People that used to wolf'll come around and try to ask for change I told my friends I wanna make ends, just makin sick rap hits And now they all sit around the circle and say, "He did that sh**." I knew a b**h who used to talk sh** and say, "That n***a was whack!" N' that's the same b**h came to my show and tried to get me to swack It's funny how n***as wanna come through, back then they nevah did bick it Then hit my phone from the front do', to ask my a** for a ticket I got no kinda time, I don't wanna rhyme, even intertwine with a b**h n***a Used to wolf, talkin hella pop, now you wanna rock - you's a b**h n***a Back then, I was fat then, you ain't want this diock! Now I'm brackin with the rappin and you ain't get shiyat, biyaatch! [Chorus] [Verse 2: C. Ray] Ugh, cuz I've got bigger fish to fry, for real And why would I spend mo' time with you muthaf**as who decide to squeal? I know it's in human nature to betray the ones you think you value most But look, I don't play the games, you muthaf**as betta' pick a side - I'm ill I'm sick a' the bullsh** Sick a' bein sick a' bullsh** Sick a' wakin up, finding a knife in my back when the rivals attack, I don't pull it Out, I leave it as a painful reminder - no matta' how careful, betrayer will find ya But there's no escapin the fire, and difficult to deliver - see you liars Heart big and my circle's small Been broke and nevah learned to ball and that humbled me, but I'll murder ya'll You'll nevah catch me waitin on murder call Oh stupid-a** b**h, I've done heard it all And saw it too You forget that I know ya, so keep ya head down like a curtain call, ho And Ion' hurt at all anymo' And we ain't involved - hit the do', b**h Back to the bottom with that ho-sh** See the problem is I'm focused And I don't need that negativity from you f** you talkin 'bout you tryna work it out on sh** that we can do? Biyaaaatch! [Chorus]