N The Cut Lyrics

You know what I be seeing with my mans when I be going through this shit

Crazy shit, man

Maybe God was like, nigga, he don't need no kids, no baby mothers, no dumb shit

Took me off the shelf when he needed me to be off the shelf

Boy, I be dealing with crazy-ass shit like this

Why do chicks play games, though? Like, pop everywhere I go, I see the same hoes

They say, no to bruh who got a shit in order

Instead, she want a nigga from the feds who be pissing water

Sitting on the corner dressed like a prostitute

They mad with niggas' disrespect, what is they supposed to do

And you know it's true, you want that attention

But not from everybody claiming you a hottie, but these thotties specific

Think they terrific with they fake nails and fake lips

That ain't fashion where they ran, promoting the big lips

Growing up in the district, I seen it a lot

Hoes get stabbed or they shit split from skin to cloth

And it's sad when shit get that hearing

Please and stop calling your brothers for protection, boy, you'll need the cops

To me, that be the ones that be wanting a man trapped

Some be acting scandalous, but say they get a bad rap

I've been in love, I even cried once

Gotta move on, you only die once

Don't gotta front or fake love

Cause chicks looking for tricks who take drugs from fake thugs

I stay to myself, keep it moving

Dealing with folks who got things to be losing

I'm proving shit to who, cheesing for what

Juice cooling like you do, see me in the cut

Difficult to put a queen on a team

Cause you don't know if she worth the ring or the fleam

You will move up or sink in the sea

Some folks never found love, they think and they dream

You got people like fuck love, I don't want it

Either they cool or not, ready for it or they done done it

Fuck all that bunning up

When your feelings involved, somebody always fucking up

Unless you lugging up and finding the perfect match

One you can build with, she like fuck a Birkin bag

Shit ain't important, plus the stats you pay for it

We just been inventing some shit, like Gary A. Morgan

Chicks stay snoring when they focus on materials

Cause niggas they had you eating shrimp, then you eating cereal

You looking blue like here we go again

You feeling used and abused, so you lose out on real men to choose

I've been in love, I even cried once

Gotta move on, you only die once

Don't gotta front or fake love

Cause chicks looking for tricks who take drugs from fake thugs

I state it myself, keep it moving

Dealing with folks who got things to be losing

I'm moving shit to who, cheesing for what

Who's cooling like you do, see me in the cut

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