[Intro]
Because I know
Somewhere, deep down in my heart
I still love you
[Chorus]
Even though you counted me out
I still got love and I'm shoutin' you out
No hard feelings though
I still love you
Let's get the liquor though
'Cause we about to take shots
For you cyber niggas and all you cyber thots
We gon' take shots
No hard feelings though
I still love you
Let's get the liquor though
'Cause we about to take shots
[Verse 1]
I ain't talkin' name tags when I rip your whole label
360 deals, sting you, turn a nigga to a dreidel
This shit I picture, niggas can't channel like scrambled cable
On demand like the man in advance in advance
So high, I never land
Feelin' like Peter Pan
Ha, I clap at you, give you a hand
I hear hip hop's on life support
Real rappers on vacay, I'm the last resort
I'm talking, my epitaph will be a paragraph
The money come first, that's why none of you niggas last
Tommy gun with the hunnid round drum
Blow the horn play these imbeciles
Nigga I put the fun in funeral
Sleepin' on me is bad for your back
Herniate the disc when they master the track
Niggas, niggas said they had bars, I snicker
Chitlin Circuit how I'm shittin' on niggas, let's take shots
Because I know
Somewhere, deep down in my heart
I still love you
[Chorus]
Even though you counted me out
I still got love and I'm shoutin' you out
No hard feelings though
I still love you
Let's get the liquor though
'Cause we about to take shots
For you cyber niggas and all you cyber thots
We gon' take shots
No hard feelings though
I still love you
Let's get the liquor though
'Cause we about to take shots
[Verse 1]
I ain't talkin' name tags when I rip your whole label
360 deals, sting you, turn a nigga to a dreidel
This shit I picture, niggas can't channel like scrambled cable
On demand like the man in advance in advance
So high, I never land
Feelin' like Peter Pan
Ha, I clap at you, give you a hand
I hear hip hop's on life support
Real rappers on vacay, I'm the last resort
I'm talking, my epitaph will be a paragraph
The money come first, that's why none of you niggas last
Tommy gun with the hunnid round drum
Blow the horn play these imbeciles
Nigga I put the fun in funeral
Sleepin' on me is bad for your back
Herniate the disc when they master the track
Niggas, niggas said they had bars, I snicker
Chitlin Circuit how I'm shittin' on niggas, let's take shots
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