[Intro: A-Wax]
I be thinking everybody 12
Cable man sit out front of the house too long
I get to hiding and shit, plotting escape routes
I can't make this shit up
[Chorus: A-Wax]
Hit me when the pack land
The man chasing Pac Man
Prints all on my trash cans
Going through my trash bags
I wonder who did it, your homies'll double-cross you like a hashtag
I wanted a million, didn't think it would come with the haters that matched it
I've been on my own, got it alone
With your hand out, what the fuck is you on?
Pretend together, how 'bout we just don't
For all my sinning, I need to atone
Breaking the code, don't get split to the bone
I was fucked up, you quit hitting my phone
Ain't no love left from me, hit all the roads
These boys are bitches, no different than hoes
[Verse 1: A-Wax]
Fuck all that talking, you ain't gon' do shit
We never partners, and if we were partners
We wouldn't be talking, you be doing skits
You know I be looking out for my partners
And you know what all of my opposites is
And you know if you don't score, I ain't paying
So don't just pull up there and pop up the crib
Ran up my bag, I ain't sharing with you
You wouldn't do the things Aaron would do
You want a lot in return for a little
By smutting my name, you embarrassing who?
Hundreds and fifties, I tear 'em in two
Used to do nothing but stare at the roof
Inside of prison, I used to go fishing for dinner, but only thing I caught was soup
Ain't got no sympathy in me or empathy
Shout out my brothers who never would question me
They just know who I am and what it is with me
Ain't gotta speak when you do through telepathy
I got the recipe, can't get the best of me
God watching over me, Devil be testing me
Sometimes it's best to not show any mercy
And sometimes it's best to forgive and just let it be
I be thinking everybody 12
Cable man sit out front of the house too long
I get to hiding and shit, plotting escape routes
I can't make this shit up
[Chorus: A-Wax]
Hit me when the pack land
The man chasing Pac Man
Prints all on my trash cans
Going through my trash bags
I wonder who did it, your homies'll double-cross you like a hashtag
I wanted a million, didn't think it would come with the haters that matched it
I've been on my own, got it alone
With your hand out, what the fuck is you on?
Pretend together, how 'bout we just don't
For all my sinning, I need to atone
Breaking the code, don't get split to the bone
I was fucked up, you quit hitting my phone
Ain't no love left from me, hit all the roads
These boys are bitches, no different than hoes
[Verse 1: A-Wax]
Fuck all that talking, you ain't gon' do shit
We never partners, and if we were partners
We wouldn't be talking, you be doing skits
You know I be looking out for my partners
And you know what all of my opposites is
And you know if you don't score, I ain't paying
So don't just pull up there and pop up the crib
Ran up my bag, I ain't sharing with you
You wouldn't do the things Aaron would do
You want a lot in return for a little
By smutting my name, you embarrassing who?
Hundreds and fifties, I tear 'em in two
Used to do nothing but stare at the roof
Inside of prison, I used to go fishing for dinner, but only thing I caught was soup
Ain't got no sympathy in me or empathy
Shout out my brothers who never would question me
They just know who I am and what it is with me
Ain't gotta speak when you do through telepathy
I got the recipe, can't get the best of me
God watching over me, Devil be testing me
Sometimes it's best to not show any mercy
And sometimes it's best to forgive and just let it be
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