I Dont Understand It

R.I.P. Freaky

R.I.P. Mugga

We gon' do it for y'all

I don't understand these niggas Holiday Season

I don't understand it

Niggas looking at me like I'm from another planet

This ain't happen overnight, this is how I planned it

I just want to fuck ain't got no time to be romantic

Nine's inside the truck, .45's inside the Phantom

Grams had the smoker's two steppin' we was jammin'

We'd of shot 'em broad day, it wasn't for these cameras

Nobody gave me shit,

Feel a type of way when they comparing

I'm nothing like these niggas,

See him with they bitch, she staring

I got a little chick run in Saks Fifth,

Her name is Karen

I gotta put these shades on

In the club these diamonds glaring

We all got guns who do you think you scaring

If Mac in the rarri, Shooter gotta do the Mclaren

Paid 1100 cash just so the bottom's red

Jew told me bloody gaining weight,

Hope he get out the feds

Cut your hair,

Gonna be hard to recognise you without your dreads

Clientele slow with the pound,

Here go an ounce instead

Home invasions, homie over any amount of bread

Flip the fish tank, shoot the dog,

Make sure the house is dead

I'ma flight risk, no ankle monitor, I prolly fled

Claim you got the work with no job,

Same shit that Tommy said

I don't understand it,

Before I ever got booked for any show, I was scammin'

We was Wildin' Out way before I met Nick Cannon

End up dead was boiling eggs in the morning,

I was scrambling

I got chased for my biggie,

My cousin got shot for his Vanson

When I was dead broke,

None of these bitches called me handsome

I got my weed from Audebum,

My cousin got his from Branson

Couldn't sleep in the projects,

Now I sleep up in a mansion

Throwing parties in the Hamptons,

All these sticks think we camping

I'm serious as cancer, bartenders too boujee,

I slid off with the dancers

Strippers, I'm in LA, they treat me like a Clipper

Laker, she fuck my Gucci up with all that makeup

Jacob would have been my jeweler

During the Meech era (free Meech)

These Cartiers help me see better,

Rep three letters (HMV)

I want my niggas all in ice until we need sweaters

My whole gang gon' flip your wifey if she let us

These diamonds on me, I got carets, I need lettuce

I'm sending pictures,

I write my niggas, they need letters

You a op or a fiend, these Xans help be sleep better

They wonder why I'm always in LA, cause Cali weed better

I don't jack son, I really had a thing for Janet

Talking all that tough shit, come around them niggas panic

Watch how I dap niggas, cause I used to hand to hand it

Got caught with a hammer and they kicked me off the campus

I don't understand it

Niggas looking at me like I'm from a different planet

This ain't happen overnight, this is how I planned it

I just want to fuck ain't got no time to be romantic

Nine's inside the truck, .45's inside the Phantom

Grams had the smoker's two step and we was jammin'

We'd of shot 'em broad day, it wasn't for these cameras

Nobody gave me shit,

Feel a type of way when they comparing

I'm nothing like these niggas,

See him with they bitch, she staring

I got a lil chick run in Saks Fifth, her name is Karen

I gotta