11 Many N***z

When will it ever stop, all this hatin' and droppin' salt?

All I'm tryna do is live lavish with millions in my vault

Not from selling crack on the corner, I'm tryna do it legal

But I guess it ain't no pleasin' my people 'cause everything I do

There'll be somebody tellin' me I won't succeed

But I'm a millionaire and I owe it all to the hatred I recieved

Motherfuckers that use to be down, ain't down no mo'

My true partners just can't be found no mo'

Therefore my motto is 'Fuck Friends', my only dog is Benjamin Franklin

Tryna take him away from me you gon' wind up stankin'

I got a family to feed (so currency's what I need)

But the people I break bread with would rather see me bleed

Tryna take all of my fortune but my fame is forever

And S.U.C I'm a claim it forever and I'm still down with the yella

So fuck all of these bitches and bitch ass fella's

And fuck a four, it's a PT, and a glock 50, foes is jealous ****

Too many **** tryna take me off of my game (take me off of my game)

'Cause a **** from the hood didn't look, so I'm good

Now they all wanna jock my fame (all wanna jock my fame)

When I'm comin' down in my foreign

And I'm rollin' one-deep that should tell ya about me (S.U.C.)

I don't give a damn about none of you hoes

I blast on site 'cause I ain't trippin' no more

As soon as them eyes close it's over and that's that

'Cause when they murdered my partner he didn't get to blast back

Is that the price to pay just to have nice things?

And is my life in danger because I have ice mayne?

It's a shame, can't even sport our jewelry like we wanna

'Cause everytime we shine them jackers tryna creep up on us

Catchin' pistol case, after pistol case, ridin' dirty

Mr. Officer, I'm not a killer just wanna see thirty

'Cause the Rs be against me when I roll alone

A clip full of demon repplings when I'm holdin on

I'm tryna make it, yo with this gangsta shit I ain't gon' fake it

Anything a **** earned, I'll be damned if a **** take it

Nowadays the ghetto version of Spundalay

A **** will run up in ya residence with the undelay, cold hearted

They get they fetti, bustin brains for a living

Disrespecting God's children, bitch you made for a prison

Too many **** tryna take me off of my game (take me off of my game)

'Cause a **** from the hood didn't look, so I'm good

Now they all wanna jock my fame (all wanna jock my fame)

When I'm comin' down in my foreign

And I'm rollin' one-deep that should tell ya about me (S.U.C.)

I don't give a damn about none of you hoes

I blast on site 'cause I ain't trippin' no more

Too many motherfuckers so I'm a hate everybody I can hate

And I don't give a fuck about nothin'

Fuck-a-****, fuck-a-bitch let me get that straight

Ain't no love I'm not ya blood or ya cuz ****, bitch I'm a loner

I'm a asshole by nature you can get with that, or leave it at this bitch

The only company I need is weed

And since I'm nervous by nature I'ma make you bleed indeed

I trust nothing, if I get a funny feeling I'm gon' be bustin'

Plus if my blood rushing it'll be more than a concussion

From my hitch I see these red dots, gonna color your brain

**** I got problems I can't cope with, murder scene to keep me sane

One love, to my **** Moe, and one love to my **** Redd

And one love, to my mothafuckin' bread, I'ma get that!

Too many **** tryna take me off of my game (take me off of my game)

'Cause a **** from the hood didn't look, so I'm good

Now they all wanna jock my fame (all wanna jock my fame)

When I'm comin' down in my foreign

And I'm rollin' one-deep that should tell ya about me (S.U.C.)

I don't give a damn about none of you hoes

I blast on site 'cause I ain't trippin' no more

Too many **** tryna take me off of my game (take me off of my game)

'Cause a **** from the hood didn't look, so I'm good

Now they all wanna jock my fame (all wanna jock my fame)

When I'm comin' down in my foreign

And I'm rollin' one-deep that should tell ya about me (S.U.C.)

I don't give a damn about none of you hoes

I blast on site 'cause I ain't trippin' no more