1-800-Ms Cleo

[Intro]
A little bit closer
[?] motherfuckin background na mean
So we can lay a sound track to this shit man
Lay the sound to this shit man , been ballin'
Yeah so nigga
Yo

[Verse]
Can never bite my tongue explains why my jaw is clinched
Can I ball till the day I fall my only question
Star player never was the one who saw the bench
My birth'd sensed to keep where I don't do second guessin'
I won't forget it whenever you learned the lesson hard
Tough to trust somebody who be lying when they swear to god
Niggas end on dying to much trying not to be a fraud
When that's all they was born to be
All my hoes got tractions no more pictures like sporty [?]
They surprised I lasted talkin' blame they gave it all to me
Still I stood up tall my shoots never shot that ball for free
The cars all got electric keys
Show up and perform the most paid boy two separate things
They told you I was just a fiend
Problem always gotta get dressed before we let you leave
Counting so much paper that sometimes I still forget to breath
[?]
[?]
Plot and scheming
With two hoes I think these bitch are [?]
Leaving out of town for a few days if I'm unreachable
Seen some niggas get an early grade because they unteachable
She tell how much she tryna suck me like a leeches do
Get infront of the judge they know my actions unspeakable

Yeah
They talking about none
They ain't talking about shit