No Mistaking - A-Wax

No mistakin me for them, all this Fendi that I’m in

Circle gettin' small, now a dot is all it is

Talkin like she mine, I don’t know why she did

All I got is hundreds usin' em to wipe the tears

All I got is gunners with me, I ain’t got no friends

Hatin' in abundance and I don’t know where it stems

Smokin' on this blunt, hopin' it could the edge off

I just changed my number, hopefully they shake the feds off

Bitch you playin' innocent, I know you got some demons

I just told my gunners pick out what they want at Neiman’s

All I keep is hundreds on me, I can’t fuck with singles

Every time that we come around they look like they single

She know the routine I’m just gone hit it once and leave

Fell out with so many friends I wonder was it me

Fendi on my belt and got the gun tucked underneath

He don’t watch his mouth I’m just gone dump on him and leave

Them boys are so broke ain’t no mistakin' us for them

And they really not mistakes if you don’t make 'em all again

I don’t need too many people, got this thang to call my friend

And some gunners by my side I’m always thanking God for them

No mistakin me for them, all this Fendi that I’m in

Circle gettin' small, now a dot is all it is

Talkin like she mine, I don’t know why she did

All I got is hundreds usin' em to wipe the tears

All I got is gunners with me, I ain’t got no friends

Hatin' in abundance and I don’t know where it stems

Smokin' on this blunt, hopin' it could the edge off

I just changed my number, hopefully they shake the feds off

I quit seein' eye-to-eye with all my broke friends

Then I saw my rich ones take off to go on a coke binge

All that meant to Skizzy and me is we flyin' coach again

'Til we get that pack off once or twice and all the dope come in

Saw the opp and let my dogs attack 'em like a Doberman

Music wasn’t workin' so we back to sellin' dope again

I quit poppin' pills and doin' blow, I felt more social then

Dirty got that thirty on him, you don’t want no smoke with him

We had all the odds against us and we weren’t supposed to win

We got all the opps against us speakin' up like hoes and shit

Police got behind us in the whip I told her hold the shit

Bankin' all my game, I’m cashin' it in like a poker chip

No mistakin me for them, all this Fendi that I’m in

Circle gettin' small, now a dot is all it is

Talkin like she mine, I don’t know why she did

All I got is hundreds usin' em to wipe the tears

All I got is gunners with me, I ain’t got no friends

Hatin' in abundance and I don’t know where it stems

Smokin' on this blunt, hopin' it could the edge off

I just changed my number, hopefully they shake the feds off