Illustrator - Cash Kidd

Same motherfuckas told me stop showing love and look out for myself

Same ones keep calling asking me for favors

Same people tell me watch out for my jealous friends

Same motherfuckas I’m starting to think they haters

Pain come from up top like a migraine

Lately I don’t need no motherfuckin' pen or paper

Got yo bitch yellin' ouuu like an instigator

Got paper all different colors, I’m an illustrator

Mama said don’t speak unless it’s something nice

Alright Gucci shirt was 700, that was somethin' light

Been that nigga, guess the world just noticed overnight

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and Dre always believed when I got on that mic

Young as hell when I realized hoes was trife

Was young when my mans switched, my heart cold as ice

Bebe kid, used to race home on them stolen bikes

Finally got my bitch punching, you can call me Ike

She got booking in her bio, bitch what’s the price?

I ain’t finna fuss or fight, I’ll punch a flight

They say what’s done in the dark always come to light

I hope the never know how we played it the other night

Said this my last day smoking, I lied

Reminiscing about the pain when I’m closing my eyes

Fuck if a bitch choose me, I’m chosen by God

Run it up and stay strapped cause niggas hoping I die

These rappers fake gangstas, groupie hoes in disguise

All those other rappers' dickriding hoes is on mine

But when I smack the shit out you, hope you know they won’t slide

Put a couple in yo frame like you going to prom

In a rental with that ratchet like I’m going to prom

Nine times out of ten now you going to God

High as hell tripping doing doughnuts like a cop

Like a merry-go-round we got poles in the ride

She’s sprung, got her whipped like I broke in her ride

Get the neck, then I dip, no I don’t wanna buy

Used to fuck hoes without knowing they name

Now I need I all her info

Cause too much shit floatin' around

Cops took my .38, now I’m toting a nine

Fit right in my pocket, they won’t know it’s inside

Got my team on my back, feel like Kobe or Bron

Bad bitch at the crib, that’s one trophy of mine

I was told you shouldn’t bring every horse the pond

Cause niggas plottin' every day

One in the head, gotta cock it every day

Told it, «I can’t be without you», feeling like I’m Mary J

Niggas tryna get a dollar every way, it ain’t no rules

It ain’t the same, niggas cappin' over Protools

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I’m sorry, been a minute since I wrote you

But on my life you gon' have millions to come home to

He said, «This nigga coming home soon talking crazy cuz

Give me the word and I’m on him», I said fuck that

When he get out, let me get him, you stay out of trouble

It’s almost time I need my mothafuckin' cuz back

Until my nigga?

died, I was like fuck rap

Now every nigga in the city is a suspect

You know we keep them toys on us like the Rugrats

Put yo shit all on the wall like a thumb tack

They said stop showing love and look out for myself

Same ones keep calling asking me for favors

Same people tell me watch out for my jealous friends

Same motherfuckas I’m starting to think they haters

Pain come from up top like a migraine

Lately I don’t need no motherfuckin' pen or paper

Got yo bitch yellin' ouuu like an instigator

Got paper all different colors, I’m an illustrator

She knew I had the juice but she wanted a different flavor

Came in the kitchen later checking her refrigerator

There’s thirsty hoes everywhere, I’m in a different mouth

Going crazy, all this fake love they dishin' out

Blowing loud, bitch I’m stoned like Squidward house

Girl step with yo bitch, dog I’m in and out

All these colors in my chain I feel like Mr. Brown

Watching Mickie Mouse, clutching on a Mickie Mouse

Rubbin' on my bitch ass, 'bout to dick her down

These bitches tryna trick a player like an end-around

I’m tryna put my hood on like the sprinkling on

Imma get to it as long as they keep printing paper

All different colors, I’m an illustrator

We on yo head, that bulletproof is not a difference maker