Champagne For Breakfast Light

[Intro]
Don't ever let nobody doubt you
Shorty you can tell ’em that I got you
Shit's serious, we ain't playin’
You'll see

[Verse 1]
She says she wanna meet up, I'm like for real?
Time schedule full, 'cause fool I keep it trill (fool I keep it trill)
Hustle 24/7 why you mad?
Workin' to obtain all that shit I never had (I gotta hustle)
Last night she asked me how could I be so cold?
Told her "when momma left me I was five years old" (I was five years old)
No judgin', how could I judge? I love her, how could I diss her?
Women I respect: mom and my two sisters (my two sisters)
No handouts, I did this shit on my own
Eighteen but boy, has your boy grown? (has your boy grown?)
Told me she love me, I told her I feel nothin'
Must be the reason she leaves when we're done fuckin’
Never sober, bunch o’ liquids in my vains
Fuck your cuddles and kisses, I can't feel my face
Ex callin’, sayin' she can't replace me
I know right, I guess these other niggas ain't me (they ain’t me)
Fuck a bitch that's tryin' to play me
Last night I really fucked a bitch that tried to play me (fuck that bitch)
Gettin' paid, winning, can't afford to lose
Niggas say they feel me, couldn't walk in my shoes (they can't fit)
Shit, I can hear the haters talkin'
Guess rapper translates to uneducated black man (I guess so-so)
Goin' crazy, voiceless, hearin' voices
So yeah, I guess I have no more career choices