Can’t Please ‘Em

[Intro]
Yah
[?]
BMG shit man [?]
Wait who?

[Verse]
Glizzy got a beam f*ck ya mean
Nigga that shit green
Jefe pop up out the cut leave a nigga on the scene
B.M.G. put niggas in the sky just like astrology
And nigga I ain't tryna leave the crib if I ain't steppin' out flee
And I ain't finna rock the show if I can't come in with my team
And I ain't finna rock the show if I can't come in with my piece
When I say piece I ain't talkin' bout no bitch I'm talkin' bout my heat
When I was down bad on my dick I had to stand on my two feet
I ain't gon' lie to this ho bout bad as f*ck but I ain't finna eat her
I be droppin' dick inside these hoes after that delete em
Try to take somethin' from B.O.G. catch all nine millimeters
And I'm still smokin' crack a pack a nigga always f*ckin' geekin
Stuntin' like Evel Knievel this is not no damn revolver I ain't talkin' bout the Beatles
Baby come f*ck with a baller cuz them other niggas cheaper
Better not reach for your shit don't try to be no eager beaver
Runnin' up that sack like I play for Philadelphia Eagles
I don't even try to listen to everybody I can't please em
Smokin' on that dope it got me coughin' like I got diseases
Look inside my pocket and you see the root of all evil
I coulda took em up and thru there what the f*ck is that gon teach em
That shit got me mad as f*ck I'm crashin' out for no reason
Had to get them boys from around me I ain't know that they was leachin
That shit crazy what a nigga would do if he don't think you peep it
And I seen this bitch up in the foster she was dick teasin
If I tell this hoe to pull up to the spot it's no speakin
Pull up to the spot what the f*ck you think happened I beat it
This hoe tellin' me she love me ain't gon' lie I don't believe it
Philadelphia Eagles
I don't even try to listen to everybody I can't please em
Smokin' on that dope it got me coughin' like I got diseases
Look inside my pocket and you see the root of all evil