Canadian Tuxedo

If it wasn't for this music prolly be up on some shit If it wasn't for this mic you'd prolly think I'm talking shit If you couldn't understand me then I'd prolly use my fist If it wasn't for these light I'd prolly be out hitting licks Don't this make you wanna break sumn, break sumn This gon make me break sumn, break sumn Shit I'm about to break sumn, break sumn Yea I'm about to break sumn, break sumn Butane got a nigga insane Buck 20 off the ramp; plain jane All the stress got a nigga in pain Thinkin' how I'm `bout to keep a pride tame Had to turn a old bitch to a next bitch Then had to turn a new bitch to a ex bitch Then had to make a bottom bitch out a mistress Nigga been depressed; women all over the wish list Thick goddess; no hip dip: work the pole; she don't strip Bendy body in lotus; Kundalini I notice Oh my; Oh God: big bread, no day job I go large; I play hard Picture me: Black Mozart If it wasn't for this music prolly be up on some shit If it wasn't for this mic you'd prolly think I'm talking shit If you couldn't understand me then I'd prolly use my fist If it wasn't for these light I'd prolly be out hitting licks Don't this make you wanna break sumn, break sumn This gon make me break sumn, break sumn Shit I'm about to break sumn, break sumn Yea I'm about to break sumn, break sumn I told my dogs I gotta go I told my bullshit adios Tick tick tick times running low She said I'm the bomb, already know This life I showed you before Can't stay and show you no more I gotta open dem doors My rides outside I gotta go Who woulda thought Sold out shows Now these fans tryna take me home Turn my profit at the doors Now my profit turn to gold Now I cannot stop Until I pick up the call That says I see you Jamal And so I tell em If it wasn't for this music prolly be up on some shit If it wasn't for this mic you'd prolly think I'm talking shit If you couldn't understand me then I'd prolly use my fist If it wasn't for these light I'd prolly be out hitting licks Don't this make you wanna break sumn, break sumn This gon make me break sumn, break sumn Shit I'm about to break sumn, break sumn Yea I'm about to break sumn, break sumn Shorty you can bring your friends yea yea Bring em in yea yea We gon party This the party to theend yea yea No limits yea yea Break the fence yea yea Let's get blessing till the see what heaven sent yea yea They sent me: dawg; this lifestyle got me faded and shit No hoe ain't stainin' my drip; even if my name on they lips Remember days when I would Pray that I'd be vacant and shit Of life itself and the pressure I've been claimin' to sit Right on my heart as I admit I'm to blame in this shit The typa nigga be more happy in a grave than in this `Cause I can't get down on myself or I'll be giving in to women If confidence is up; could give a f*ck about a bitch Swear I keep my head on swivel Gotta watch my back Boy you gotta treat me with respect Shorty want more than I give her I don't got that Girl you gotta treat me with respect Please don't push me off edge No don't do that Y'all gotta treat me with respect Gotta keep my head on a swivel If I don't do that Y'all gonna ask me for respect Swear I keep my head on swivel Gotta watch my back Boy you gotta treat me with respect Shorty want more than I give her I don't got that Girl you gotta treat me with respect