The Memo

Lemme paint the picture It's way too many fake family and friends You aint get the memo? You know I aint fuckin withcha Why you hit my line? How you get my number? Who the f*ck sent ya? You know I don't remember If I dead it then I meant it Lemme paint the picture It's way too many fake family and friends You aint get the memo? You know I aint fuckin withcha Why you hit my line? How you get my number? Who the f*ck sent ya? You know I don't remember If I dead it then I meant it They wanna know what it's all about Like how I'm the man that they talkin bout Don't follow the plan then we chalk em out Keep whippin these birds then we ship em out F*ck what these niggas be talkin bout And f*ck what these women be yappin bout I'm gettin some money they bitchin now? I can't understand what the bitchin bout Remember them days I was reachin out? They never picked up I got the dialtone Now I hear em sayin Cee you brand new But I never trip I be in my zone If you don't love me please leave me alone Delete the pictures out ya camera phone I be outta sight and outta mind Gettin high in different time zones I do this shit with my eyes closed I swear me rappin just aint fair When you take a loss know you on ya own And when you start winnin man they reappear I go through it like every year That's why I change numbers every other year Now all these checks comin in pairs And all these women come so prepared Lemme paint the picture It's way too many fake family and friends You aint get the memo? You know I aint fuckin withcha Why you hit my line? How you get my number? Who the f*ck sent ya? You know I don't remember If I dead it then I meant it You know I don't remember What happened last November? Why you hit my line? How you get this number? Who the f*ck sent ya? F.O.E. and it's M.O.B Man I hope you get the picture Cause If I aint fuckin witcha Then I aint fuckin witcha Aint no comin back Once you done you done Got it on my own they aint give me none F*ck a favor never needed one Feel like all these niggas wanna be me son I mean all these niggas wanna be my son I want all the bread every single crumb I don't f*ck with bitches they be fuckin dumb If i rip it once then I'm done with hun I remember the times they hated You know I aint forget about that And these women was playin I'm winnin right now they all comin right back They aint even built like that Na they aint even built like that That's why they gettin killed like that Damn Ceez why you feel like that? Lemme paint the picture It's way too many fake family and friends You aint get the memo? You know I aint fuckin withcha Why you hit my line? How you get my number? Who the f*ck sent ya? You know I don't remember If I dead it then I meant it