Lose The Number

I'ma son I'ma brother, I'ma crazy mother fucker

But I always keep it street I was raised in the gutter

If I hit a bad bitch then I prolly won't use no rubber

Then I go home to my chick like hoe that's it lose the number

I'ma man I'ma winner but a natural born sinner

I ain't prey more like predator and far from a pretender

Tryna find a lil slut who gone eat me up for dinner

Doing mad illegal shit just to gain some legal tender

The boy hot no toy shop my whole job collecting figures

But no matter how you stack it all them crackers see it niggas

Half you rappers turned to strippers, I'ma bastard with the triggers