The Showdown Songtext

Ayo, she like me 'cause I'm a real nigga, breadwinner
Don't share with her, I ain't never been a caregiver
I tear leathers with a [?] trigger
The scope? Focus on this fame
Bitch, I'm trying to get a clear picture
Was there with ya, I [?] with ya
With one hand, put the right to your head
Just like a pair of clippers
I walk in the room and hear whispers
Car so clean, when I drive this bitch I like to wear slippers
I gave life to your chubby dog, she bring me quarters
She showed me she loved me by sending money orders
Now our relationship, muddy waters
I like this, if I treat her like shit, she gon' love me harder
I'm on a different level than her
That's probably why I had an incredible run
My ex bitch call me, said she was done
Two years later, she's pregnant by a regular bum
Always knew cheddar would come
Like two minus three, bitch
You was the negative one
Not to add to the fact, I went back in the trap
With a mac on my leg, getting [?] in the slums
Nigga, this crack shit made us survivors
They gave us projects, that just made us able and wiser
When the work came, man, we ain't wait for the driver
Send a box to your house like a cable provider
Made an honour, drove to San Diego for dollars
No five-star hotels, we stayed at [?]
You can aim for the top, or wait at the bottom
Either way, you're gotta play it, money for the problems
Trust!
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