Times is torn as it is
That's why I got guns, and my guns got kids
That's why I be goin' so tough on them hoes
I play my own hand, I don't shuffle or fold
F**k with a n****, let go f**k with some hoes
Hear them bitches screamin' like they stuck in a hole
I am not a deamon, but was once a lost soul
'Til I found myself a block away from the cross road
I have, outgrown the fishbowl
And I'm on my feet like a f**kin insole
Yeah it may hurt like a f**kin lymph node
But it's "f**k the world", like a f**kin nympho
And we spend dough, cause we make more
And I make sure, when I say so
That's why I got guns, and my guns got kids
That's why I be goin' so tough on them hoes
I play my own hand, I don't shuffle or fold
F**k with a n****, let go f**k with some hoes
Hear them bitches screamin' like they stuck in a hole
I am not a deamon, but was once a lost soul
'Til I found myself a block away from the cross road
I have, outgrown the fishbowl
And I'm on my feet like a f**kin insole
Yeah it may hurt like a f**kin lymph node
But it's "f**k the world", like a f**kin nympho
And we spend dough, cause we make more
And I make sure, when I say so