Wockhardt

Happiness from this piece Ain't really definitive But if it makes you proud Then I could do it a little bit After all I been Sick and tired of sufferin Believe it or not Help Me Pay My Rent Didn't pay my rent You f*ck with me cause I'm cute Not tryna hear me vent Would you rather me cry Inside ya arms Or in a Benz Would you rather not remember All of these events Then the next night Do the same shit again Take a sip from the fountain Of the thug tears I aint never have a feelin like This in years In between a fuckin rock And the asphalt Baby girl That just be the cash fault I dont know what the work Or the weed do I just know you put me on And it came through Oh, this the type of shit That the rappers do Just a product of emotion It aint nothin new R.I.P Yams R.I.P Fredo She said she in love With my alter ego Ima treat the wock Like a desert eagle Real life be the Real placebo Different colored stains All in the limo I might hit a stain If the plug gon front Hate Mondays like Garfield Ima give myself a little bit Of a jump Told my thoughts you Talk too much My clique don't Show love enough My bitch act like we Ain't cuffed Glorify what's in That cup Boy if I Put down my cup Might relapse cause I'm too stuck Bitch we stuck until We struck