Shorty Left 9th Wonder & Buckshot (Ft. Rapsody)

[Intro: Buckshot]
I’m out for my dough, cause I ain’t doing what you said
I’m out for my dough, cause I ain’t doing what you said
Spread rumors like butter on the bread
I’m out for my dough, cause I ain’t doing what you said

[Verse 1: Buckshot]
This is my life; my L-I-F-E
I ain’t leave my wife, my wife left me
I was on my grind; G-R-I-N-D
She said she heard of labels but mines was indie
What that mean? That mean everything all mine
And the check’s all good, but it’s not all the time
I’m under the impression that you get it
But you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine
I’mma do mine, I mean do me
If you need a checkup you should find an MD
Until then, my prescription is how to act right
Hold me down and not back, right
See, I was thinking about you last night
Hoping that you would see the real, no flashlight
Let me ask you like, a few questions
The first one is, ‘Why the hell do you stress?’ and the second where the checks went
This is me and you, on the grind too
You should have my son. Why? So he could shine too