Yo you was bagging bitches I was bagging bitches

What's the difference

You was in a party I was in the kitchen

You trying get your dick licked

I was making fixtures for the Glass dick addicters

Cutting crack on dishes black was whipping

That's a black owned business

Losing weight my trap promoted fitness

Fiends at the door (Knock, Knock, Knock) like jehovah witness

Bunch of Os in the van and some loaded biscuits

Role Dolo state to state needed no of a codefendant

But still, these hoes don't get it

I followed the handbook

Got a firsthand look

On how to get grams cooked

Straight drop the block hot

That shit got my mans booked

Was in the Chain gang Niggas sang like Sam Cooke

They ain't no damn crooks

He called from the can good

Besides that I can't name a lost that my camp lost

Its winners amongst us i've been cold for 10 summers

Like where is the mustard? I got heartburn

Why niggas hated when it was my turn? they went again the grain

But didn't gain guess they did not learn

Bit the hand that fed you then you got burnt

Glad I held my watch firm

Cut off my wrist and then my life took some bizarre turns

I let 'em have it I Left niggas alone

They wanted me dead I gave 'em my bones

Literally

Shit was deep

The cut was deep