Lyrics

[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.] You see [?] that's what I tend to Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do I don't look shit like the shit I been through Lotta shit going on [?] See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains Niggas don't know my hurt, niggas don't know my pain Niggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name [Verse 1: Philthy Rich] Niggas wanna know what I spent on the Wraith Hating niggas make me wanna spit in they face Mozzy my brother, sucker I'll smother Never treat a bitch better than my mother [?] butterfly Still screaming fuck the other side I cried when my grandmama died A week later, my other grandmama died The type of shit that'll make you commit suicide I gotta keep the hammer in the ride Niggas talking bout [?] Nigga better off taking [?] Chopper got a hundred [?] I was fucking on my cousin's bitch She was fucking me cause I was rich I was fucking her cause she was thick [Chorus: Mista F.A.B.] You see [?] that's what I tend to Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do I don't look shit like the shit I been through Lotta shit going on [?] See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains Niggas don't know my hurt, niggas don't know my pain Niggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name [Verse 2: Mozzy] Grew up in the struggle, blew up off a bubble Shout out to the ones that intredused me to the hustle [?] everything trouble But I promis not to fumble, get money, remain humble [?] Mini AR in the pink dolphin duffle Scrape you with the K, for thinking we gon scuffle Sware to god a nigga die last time I chucked him If he ain't family orianted, then fuck him Fucking with them suckers [?] [?] I fuck around with the [?] Niggas say they love me, but they don't know [?] [Chorus: Mista F.A.B.] You see [?] that's what I tend to Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do I don't look shit like the shit I been through Lotta shit going on [?] See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains Niggas don't know my hurt, niggas don't know my pain Niggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name [Verse 3: Celly Ru] They a stranger to the pain and a nigga feelings They tryna kill him, I'm tryna take off the cieling Tryna get a million, these niggas all in they feelings Looking like a million, that really be how I'm feeling They don't know the shit a nigga been through Tryna eat a nigga, put them suckers on the menue Tryna give back all the love that they give Ru Do anything for my brother, he know that it ain't shit fool [?] [?] would've done the same if I ain't have it on me Thought you was my brother, it was love, shit what happen homie? I was just trappin, getting dollars off this rappin homie I ain't trippin It ain't on me, just know that I ain't slippin When I dropped the nigga, he ain't probably living [?] speak on it ever, I'm that kind of nigga Go by myself, but if you with me, just be quiet nigga [Chorus: Mista F.A.B.] You see [?] that's what I tend to Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do I don't look shit like the shit I been through Lotta shit going on [?] See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains Niggas don't know my hurt, niggas don't know my pain Niggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name [Verse 4: Lil B] I'm tryna be philthy rich like Philthy Rich Get rich or die trying bitch, like 50 Cent [?] tryna leave the streets smoking Shout out to North Ocland, we cliqued up Everything a gamble, nigga put your chips up I know the Base God, but that's another note Shout out to Mozzy, Sacromento selling dope Shout out to Joe Blow, and Mista F.A.B Everything on a bitch, I don't catch cabs Everything out of struggle, niggas disrespect me, I'm knocking at your mother door I done bounced back, [?] [?] lose a bitch I don't give a shit Take losses, cried tears, then I buy guns Never talk, never snitch, [?] [Chorus: Mista F.A.B.] You see [?] that's what I tend to Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do I don't look shit like the shit I been through Lotta shit going on [?] See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains Niggas don't know my hurt, niggas don't know my pain Niggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name