Note 2 Self

Yeah Un First thing (chea) First thing (Bitch) First thing Yeah Un First thing first I'ma let it be F*ck if they ain't feeling me God bless my enemies Jada (Bitch) First thing first ima let it be They been tryna get rid of me F*ck em if they ain't feeling me Put my lil trust in lame bitches Hmm silly me Hit you in yo top right now While still praying for my mother fucking enemies And just because we don't speak Don't mean its love lost I don't lose shit But wish that I can drop a bag on it How much love cost When it came to you I gave my all and I still lost Damn (I lied) Give flowers to real biches It ain't many left I ain't skipping steps (nope) Just believe in the process and you know the rest Leave the race running to the ones that don't get it Over here its tmc until my fucking death If I ain't learned anything I learned to pay attention Don't talk as much as you listen Who forever who for the moment You gota know the difference I can't forget to mention Go get yo money and stay outa other people Un Yea Un Yea Un Yea Un Go get yo money and stay outa other people business Un Yea Un Yea Un (chea) Yeah It's rules to this shit Big wrote the manual (baby) Been in this game for years it made me an animal Never let em know yo next move Keep it cool every situation don't deserve the truth (facts) Rule number seven is so underated Keep your family and business completely separated Never catch me slipping again i'm so liberated Young black beautiful and free It's a celebration When you start going up Pay attention to they faces They gone act like they happy but they really hate it What kind of fake love you tryna give What kinda shit is that I don't really need none of that Leave it where it's at Never trust nobody And I don't owe nobody shit Ain't doing nothing for the free Remember you ain't help me up When I was down on my knees Remember Remember