Never Back Down

I don't got a lighter so I gotta strike a match hold on

I ain't got no fuckin' lighter so I gotta strike a match huh

Yeah

I'm a madman, baby, I tend to crash out I always stand on business, I never back down

When I get up in position, don't ask for favors but you gone ask about them hoes, got buku flavors

Yeah, got a coalition of redbone bitches huh we ain't makin' contact, telephone digits

Yeah, a hoe gone do me dirty then tell me she miss me, cut the bitch off for all that lying, and tend to my business

Ain't stressin' about no hoe, them bitches throw aways leave them hoes right where they at, they won't get kept

Yeah, it's crazy how them bitches be the reason niggas step the way them boys be outchea catching leg shots, they gettin' swept

Hit em up with another body, add that shit right to the shelf make your hoe go sell her body, advertise the bitch on Chef

Lil' bitch bring me my money, can't keep it for yourself the way I think this shit is funny, on God, I'm going to hell