The Showdown

Ayo, she like me 'cause I'm a rare nigga, breadwinner Don't share with her, I ain't never been a caregiver I tear levers with a hair trigger The scope? Focus on this fame Bitch, I'm trying to get a clear picture Was there with ya, a spare with ya With one hand, put the right to your head Just like a pair of clippers I walk in the room and hear whispers Car so clean, when I drive this bitch, I like to wear slippers I gave life to your chubby daughter, she brought me quarters She showed me she loved me by sending money orders Now our relationship, muddy waters I learned this, if I treat her like shit, then she gon' love me harder I'm on a different level than her That's probably why I had an incredible run My ex bitch called me, said she was done Two years later, she pregnant by a regular bum Always knew cheddar would come Like two minus three, bitch You was the negative one Not to add to the fact, I went back in the trap With a mag on my lap, getting bread in the slums Nigga, this crack shit made us survivors They gave us projects, that just made us able and wiser When the work came, man, we ain't wait for the driver Send a box to your house like the cable provider Maid of honour, drove to San Diego for dollars No five-star hotels, we stayed at Ramadas You can aim for the top, or wait at the bottom Either way, you gotta play it, money for the problems Trust