When will it ever stop all this hatin and droppin soft all I'm tryna do is live lavish with millions in my [?] now from selling crack on the corner I'm tryna do it legal but I guess there ain't no pleasin my people cause everything I do feel like somebody tellin me I want suceed but I'm a millionaire and I owe it all to the hatred I recieved motherf**ers that use to be down, ain't down no mo' my true partnas just can't be found no mo' therefore my motto is 'f** Friends', my only dogg is Benjamin Franklin take him away from me you gon' wind up stankin' I gotta family to feed so currency's what I need but the people I break bread with would rather see me bleed tryna take all of my fortune f** my fame is forever and S.U.C I'm a claim it forever and I'm still down with the yella so f** all of these b**hes and b**h a** fella's and f** a 4, it's a MT and a glock 50 foes is jealous [Hook:] Too many n***az tryna take me off of my game n***a in the hood didn't live so good now they all wanna jock my fame now when I'm comin down in my foreign and I'm rollin one deep that should tell you bout me (S.U.C) I don't give a damn about none of you hoes I blast on site cause I ain't trippin no mo' As soon as my mind's closed it's over and that's that 'cause when they murdered my partner he didn't get to blast back is that the price to pay just to have nice things? and it's my life in danger because I have ice mayne it's ashame can't even sport our j**erly like we wanna cause everytime we shine them jackers tryna creep up on us catch pistol case, after pistol case, ridin dirty Mr.Officer I'm not a k**er just wanna see thirty cause boys be against me when I roll alone I get full of demon possessed when I'm holdin on I'm tryna make it, with this gangsta sh** I ain't gon' fake it anything I murder I'll be damn if I'm gonna take it now days the ghetto version of Spundalay a n***a will run up in ya residents with the undelay, cold hearted just to get they fetti, bustin grains for a living disrespecting God's children b**h you made for a fifth [Hook] Too many motherf**ers so I'm a hate everybody I can hate and I don't give a f** about nothin' f**-a-n***a, f**-a-b**h let me get that straight ain't no love I'm not ya blood or ya cuz n***a, b**h I'm a loner I'm a a**hole by nature you can get with that, or leave it at this b**h the only company I need is weed and since I'm nervous take my pager I'm a make you bleed indeed I trust nothing-if I get a funny feeling I'm gon' be bustin' plus if my blood rushing it'll be more then a concussion from my [?] I see these red dots gonna cover you're brain n***a I got problems I can't cope-with murder scene to keep me sane one love, to my n***a Moe, and one love to my n***a Redd and one love, to my mothaf**in bread I'm a get that! [Hook]