Taken For Granted J.I the Prince of N.Y

[Intro]
Oh, oh
Let me talk my shit

[Verse 1]
I guess they forgot about all the blood and tears, they were sheddin' on me
'Cause when I see 'em they act like they movin' better than me
I shrug it off 'cause I know they ain't doin' better than me
And I ain't even gotta talk about these scars 'cause they embedded on me
So stop it, got a bunch of dead presidents that I can't even name in these pockets
And I walk around with that strap, you might get clapped if you try to rob me
You gotta keep it gangsta with these hoes, I ain't showin' love to no sidepiece (Oh, oh, oh)
And everything I did was off the strength
We pulled way too many muscles for us to work it out
And y'all can't peak inside this window, I got the curtains down
Sometimes I let my shorty hold the grip, she be on point
Y'all niggas make a move, she pull that Birkin out
These niggas really think they spooky
It ain't shit for me to throw some Benjis on that goofy
Wanna turn a good girl to a freak? Throw Benjis on that coochie
You gotta stand on what you said, don't dap me up if we ain't Gucci
You better know what's up
And I still pull up to my hood sometimes to show 'em love
I think I popped too many Percs, I feel like throwin' up
And even if there's blood on my flag, I'm still gon' throw it up
On some real shit, oh, oh