M.I.A

Respect I demand it Made em treat me like a man from nothing Go hard gotta stand for something Too fly gotta land or something Rock and roll how them bands with us Bad bitches and they friends with us Bet your girl a leave her man for us Send her back she ain't staying with us Fast forward stop rewind (pause) they do everything but playing with us Before coupes I would jam the bus Took my shot it was jamming up Money talk what you saying bruh Came up wasn't handed much I stay gone but be staying in touch Take her to the beach we gone tan and f*ck Came from the mud sip it playing in mud Stand tall I don't plan to budge Stressing feeling I don't plan enough She left me feel like she ain't plan to love Hurting why you think I stay in them drugs It gets lonely when you staying above the bullshit It's hard out here for a black man when you fail you feel you ain't man enough A little farther you ain't ran enough A little longer you ain't stand enough This bullshit And wonder why a nigga pull shit Can see it in my face Always kept that shit 1000 Ain't no other way They gone say alot about me Never to my face Think I sent him to Miami When he MIA Hold up Got it jumping like a trampoline Your wife is a tramp with me Get the paper like its stamps with me From the dirty like hamper street All the people used to laugh at me Be asking me give em something Can't give you nothing why you asking me Kill it this another casualty Sauce on me more than napkins clean Pull up on you live on pamper street I can touch you we don't have to meet Good weed what relaxes me Pretty women just react to me Be after me Money and family That's what I'm thinking constantly Call it wrong why you judging me It's different writes life font to me Sprite ice cause I'm trying to lean Neck ice cause I'm trying to bling You better say what you tryna mean Got her with her friend trying new things Silent call when you trying to ring You told her you was buying a ring I told her I was buying a lyft You the dumb nigga buying her shit I'm a young nigga tryna hit Keep it hundred on u counterfeits Can see it in my face Always kept that shit 1000 Ain't no other way They gone say alot about me Never to my face Think I sent him to Miami When he MIA