[Hook:] They don't give a damn, unless you're breaking your back for them (Yeah) They won't help you out the situations you in (Yeah) They act like they a shoulder to lean on They listen to your problems and they grin (This ain't livin) They don't give a damn about you when you drive a regular car (Yeah) But when you in that bentley then they care who you are (Yeah) When you broke they can't see you standing next to em But when you rich they see you from the far (This ain't livin)
[Verse 1:] If I ain't throwing money in the club They show no love for me in the club Bitches didn't want to ride in my 300 But they love the passenger side in my bentley on dubs Why the fuck I got to ball to be accepted I'm not a man I'm a Medallion & necklace Say they my homies but I know they probably rob me and leave a nigga dead somewhere in texas Ya'll motherfuckers fake Basing friendships of the money that I make They come around to eat when your tummy got a ache But when I'm doing bad I promise I see not a face Goddamn right my nigga these are the prays Maybe they'll give a fuck about me when I'm in the grave Sometime id rather be doin time in the state At least I know what I'm up against behind the gates
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[Verse 2:] Baby mommas got my daughter seein green I'm not even a father I'm a atm machine They never call me to see how I'm doing It's just we need this and we need that I wish I can let it ring Sometime I wish I never wrote my first song They wouldn't know who I was and they would had left me alone Sometime I be like lord I'm ready you can call me home Can't take it here no more I would rather be gone Ya'll motherfuckers fake Basing friendships of the money that I make They come around to eat when your tummy got a ache But when I'm doing bad I promise I see not a face Goddamn right my nigga these are the prays Maybe they'll give a fuck about me when I'm in the grave Sometime id rather be doin time in the state At least I know what I'm up against behind the gates (Yeah)
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[Verse 3:] Same nigga used to drive a fixed up fleetwood Today his shoes don't even cover his feet good A nice neighbourhood to a spot under the freeway It's hard to ball but to fall off is so easy When you're doing good it's so many people down with you Even when you're doing nothing they just hang around with you But let the lights go off and the water stop running Visits turn to phonecalls and the phonecalls stop coming Fuck the z-ro shit my name joseph wayne nigga But if I wouldn't z-ro would they give a fuck if I came nigga All the bullshit I go through I guess I'm who to blame nigga And I'm fucked up hard about it ain't gonna never change nigga