Ayy boosie, I know you probably asleep my niggah,
I been thinkin bout you dawg, I thought id holla atchu my niggah,

It's one in the mornin friday night all of my niggahs in the club instead of fallin with some bitches id rather show love, id rather send kites to the niggahs that the world done slugged, that's why I make music for them niggahs thatt the rich won't hug, anythang can come out a niggah mouth but it's real in his blood, I make mistakes everyday so how can I judge
When niggahs can't be you my niggah that's when they hate you the worst, real pain, and fake tears I done seen it in church, when ya want the world to love you then that's when it hurt, wishen bad on a real niggah I neva seen what it's worth in the dictionary love last but hate come first therefore I wrote this shit my niggah I'll pray foe ya first

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Wonder if the kids you bought bikes foe you have they wrote you a letter
Wonder if the niggahs that did a song witchu have you heard from them niggahs
I wonder how many of your dogs done came by and visit ya
Wonder if the crackas you made millions done chopped it up witcha,
Wonder if the hoes you used to fuck, if they even sent ya some pictas
Wonder if the niggas you called yo dawgs if they eitha foe ya or against ya?
Yo whole situation done taught me alot my niggah
When you winnin niggahs hate ya