Any Given Friday Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. Crookwood)

[Intro]
Yeah
Fuck this shit
This shit ain't going right
I'm-a have to move like I used to move
This shit ain't cool
Yeah, you know what I'm talking about
Back home, you know?

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Spend money on drugs and drink, it's been funny out here
You looking for love? It ain't...it ain't sunny out here
Hit you in the tummy out here, that's how I live life
Never enjoying the cash flow but now my kids might
That's how I'm doing this, this shit ain't for you
Fuck the family shit, motherfucker, because you're in it for you, right?
I used to be in it to do right, but now I'm-a do it like I used to
Because night-by-night, day-by-day, I tried to juice dudes
And they got used to it, took a kindness for weakness
Before you met me, you niggas was heatless
With hella niggas to creep with, so you thought you was hard
You used to ride the bus, now you got you a car
Now, you flex-flossing, you know how it is when you're bigger than the next
You be the money-making nigga with a vest, always in a mess
Because it's the sign of the times, telling me "nigga, move on"
My desire for music is too strong, I'm Mr. Fucking Do-Wrong
If I got to drop you, type shit, and I deal with it as it comes to me
You nitwit, I rip shit, just as quick as I get shit
Slip shit all in the clips, this ain't no chunk-'em homie shit