[Z-Ro]nDon't come around my way, cause I don't neednAnother fair-weathered friend, with a trick up his sleevenActing like you really my nigga, but he after my cheesenY'all niggaz get me congested, move around and let me breathenI remember when you niggaz ain't want me to hit the weednNow that I'm rapping, you see me and tell me to hit the weednThinking you can get a VIP pass, and get in freenBut Joseph McVey, is enough company for menWanna kick it with me, cause I kick it with the high classnY'all didn't wanna kick it, when I was down on my assnIn my cordoroy bitches, y'all was in Louis VatonenLaughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my funnFor using the millennium, or money by the tonnYou niggaz ain't help me get it, I did it with no onenFuck showing love back, I ain't showing none (y'all niggaz don't have to)nCome to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapesnCause who the hell should I support, I'ma still be straightnThe less niggaz around me, the better I can concentratenWhen I came face straight, or open up my chest platenIt could be ya death date, get beside yourselfnWe ain't cool, I think you better rewind yourselfnBefore a cemetery, be where you can find yourselfnSo beat your feet, and let the do' close behind yourselfnI don't need no friend, I don't need no broadnOnly thing I need, is the help of the good LordnTrying to kick it, but motherfuckers sing to hardnCause I'ma be keeping it real, they gon be keeping it fraudnA hundred and fifty-two percent, are real with menSo instead of keeping my niggaz, get the steel with menI can do bad one deep, so I chill with heat (fuck y'all niggaz)nn[Hook]nI don't need no help my nigga, I can do bad on my ownnAnd I don't need no company lil' mama, stop ringing my cellular phonenWhen I be down and out, nobody wanna come and kick itnI'm a nobody, until I can shinenSo when my money is long, I don't need nobody to visitnLeave me lonely, like you did last timenn[Trae]nI'm a asshole, and I ain't trying to be rudenBut I don't really give a damn, about none of y'allnYou use to hate a nigga tough, from way back in the daynFirst off, fuck each and every one of y'allnI be a loner on my own, alone hang with my chromenThese motherfuckers play, life so fraudnI peep game, to the TnCause I don't want nobody, to catch a nigga slipping on the BoulevardnAnd on the other hand, just to make matters worsenI feel, they want me headed to the gravenAnd I ain't ready to leave, I got my back planted against the wallnWith a nine, about to misbehavenSame old shit, with a friend or a foenPack your shit, and get the fuck out the do'nAin't no way, you hoes finna be a part of my lifenA.B.N, is all that I knownYou can try what you wanna, but I ain't gon failnLook at me now, and all the shit that I sellnI'ma beat a nigga trunk off, coast to coastnAnd everybody who doubt that, can go to hellnSometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrongnAnd I don't give a fuck, cause I'm in my zonenAll that hate you got, it only make a nigga strongnSo I like how it feel, when I'm left all alonenn[Hook]nn[Trae]nYou must of thought I forgot, when I was stuck on the blocknAnd I was broke, everybody laughed a lotnAnd now the tables have turned, you niggaz fraudnAnd you know see Trae, with his foot up on the gas a lotnCause I don't trust you niggaznGive me fifty feet, 'fore I rush you niggaznMove it around, cause I don't fuck with you niggaznTo tell the truth, I'm allergic to you niggaznAsshole for life, until a nigga flynNigga don't stop, better go on pass bynAnd hoes, don't call my cellular phonenThe only thing, that y'all know how to do is lienn[Z-Ro]nWhy y'all niggaz wanna rob wanna steal, that ain't realnHow the fuck I'ma kick it with you, you ain't gon get me killednI done seen a lot of blood, on the battlefieldnEven though I'm tired, I be climbing up the ladder stillnAin't nobody words gon hurt me, even if they dessert menI'ma still be grubbing, and drink a drink when I'm thirstynJust to be in my position, motherfuckers ain't worthynSo they feminine conversations, don't even disturb menI'm a gangsta, don't need another nigga to grade menIf I'm in trouble, don't need nobody to save menSteady losing composure, like my kin folk Trae benI'ma handle my bidness, ain't nobody else made menn[Hook - 2X]n