Bmg of Southside Syndicate - I Can't

I cant, fuck with, none yall, bitch ass
I cant, do shit, but go, get cash
Got no, time for, petty, drama
4 kids, got 3, baby mamas
winning, what I, strive to, do so
I cant, relate, how they, move slow
I do, tend to, act a, fool tho
Long as, u kool, I stay, kool tho
I cant help im feeling this, all up in yo feelings bitch
I go so hard with my flow so far, I should be making a killing shit
Music's so appealing this, felt like it helped my healing bitch
inside my heart lookin like a junkyard, You'on'know what im dealing with
No tapping out, I don't kno why they don't kno how to be real when rappin' now
No backin' out, I just keep goin' like when u get drunk til ur passin' out
I'm passin' now, and u left behind in yo lane, hit the gas goin faster now
I put in work, take a couple of breaks, put in work, hit the clock then im cashin out
I got these kids to feed, u can keep dissin' me, all that u want
Grind like a busy bee, say u gon get with me, kno that u wont
All that I got is my balls and my word, I mean that shit to the bone
Ill cut up, joke, and stay high as a bird, mind ya own business im grown, leave me alone
I cant, fuck with, none yall, bitch ass
I cant, do shit, but go, get cash
Got no, time for, petty, drama
4 kids, got 3, baby mamas
winning, what I, strive to, do so
I cant, relate, how they, move slow
I do, tend to, act a, fool tho
Long as, u kool, I stay, kool tho
U pray to yo maker say please, he gon collect on them fees
U lie with the greatest of ease, I'm allergic u makin' me sneeze
So high im up there with the b's, takin' L's now its W's for me
The bird is the word make me cheese, my appetite I must appease
I'm goin in, u and ya ho and them, yall can sit back and watch me
Not blowin it, the path ive chosen my friend, I feel it workin for me
I used to get down bout everything, still living my lifes not a breeze
My music and family's my everything, and no one gon take em from me
I been tryna tell u that I am legit, been done told u im the shit
Been in this bitch, doing my thang for some years, only now u wanna say I can spit
It might be too late, where were yall years ago gotten better I kno and admit it
Just know when it comes to my flows and my rhyming, improving's where I am commited,
Y'all know the business
I cant, fuck with, none yall, bitch ass
I cant, do shit, but go, get cash
Got no, time for, petty, drama
4 kids, got 3, baby mamas
winning, what I, strive to, do so
I cant, relate, how they, move slow
I do, tend to, act a, fool tho
Long as, u kool, I stay, kool tho

Written by:
Robert McGhee

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