Santa Monica Blvd

Aye

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

Now I'm switching up my energy, **** my enemies

Feel like I got hundreds of 'em, no, no, no love for me

Y'all niggas ain't in the streets, y'all niggas is industry

Y'all niggas fake ministry

Y'all niggas just sin then preach, no deal I like to breach

I call up my lawyer like "Never mind"

They playing with all of these niggas' and bitches' money, but never mine

Bitch, I could probably never rhyme

And still be a million up

I only spend money on her, if I know she the truth

Just to keep it a buck

You play with me once, and you dumped

The shit that I say when I'm drunk

You know I'm ignorant

I'm at my house party acting belligerent

Telling my guest that I don't usually drink and shit

Then turn around and I do it again

Act like a saint, who am I to pretend?

Asking the Lord to forgive all my sins

With my fingers crossed behind my back with a grin

****, I sin, and I sin

Bitch I feel like the Bucks

I win, I win

Again and again

Again and again

Now they telling they friends

I don't know who my friends, they like to pretend

(Please leave your name and phone number after the beep)

Cause they couldn't see me going very far

Now I be overseas with the mob

Bitch, I get paid when I pass a bar

But I got no love for the law

I can't remember when I had a job

Back when they wouldn't build now they bob

I still got paper tags on my car

Now I got gophers ****in' up my lawn

That shit is annoying

I'm picking my poison

You crabs in a barrel

While my lobster is boiling

I'm tryna' avoid 'em

But they keep on coming for me (Where they at?)

DMX what they wanting from me (In the back)

BMX I ain't stuntin' for free (Never that)

On my momma, my momma deceased (Make em' mad)

So you know that it's truth when I speak (That's a fact)

Matador I ain't running from beef

Mike Tyson asked, why my hunger so deep?

I replied "Ain't no love in the streets"

Also their wasn't no love in my home

So only get love when it's coming from me

Preach, ****

I sin, I sin

Bitch, I feel like the Bucks

I win, I win

Again and again

Again and again

Now they telling their friends

I don't know who my friends, they like to pretend

Santa Monica Boulevard

I can't tell if they men