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(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) It's hard to find loyalty these days, that shit rare If I was down bad with nothin', would you be there? Missed my daughter birthday for three years, wish I could be there I done had my heart broke too many times, I need repair I'm not doin' roots, but you know I'm rockin' Dsquared² I just want your love and dedication, is that too much? I done been used so many times, I swear I'm feelin' used up I done been hurt so many times, I swear I'm feelin' bruised up I done lost my heart in these streets, it's ice cold Had to shed some blood for this Rollie, a two-tone Had to shed some blood for this Cuban and honeycomb 12 tryna harass a nigga, but really I'm just walkin' home Yeah, I'm with the gang, but on some real shit, I can survive alone Lil' chicks hit my DM tryna holla, had to hide my phone So much shit I had to get off my chest, I had to drop a song We got in a shootout, how the fuck you ain't return fire? Down in Jacksonville with twin FNs, I feel like Urban Meyer This a crossbreed of the strongest strain, I need the highest buyer You ain't send that show deposit yet, so why you make a flyer? Got a partner, he just need accounts and he gon' send the wire Got an Arab, he be bustin' checks, no ID is required Come here, girl, I just want your everything Just to free my dogs, I'd give up everything SongtexteWe used to be friends, now it ain't the same You turned your back on me for some change I'm dosin' shrooms with the weed for the pain If your brother knew what you did, he'd probably turn over in his grave Yeah, I use my credit just to run my bag up to the sky 'Fore a nigga tell the truth, he'll probably go defend a lie My girl mixed with seven different races and she from Dubai Some of the shit I seen inside the streets will probably make you cry Niggas tryna blindside you and take your life for no reason Catch you on the highway and put a fifty in your Trackhawk When my garage open, that's a McLaren I just backed out You can learn from me, I got some stories from my traphouse Doin' numbers, I do numerology I stand on what I said, I don't do apology Knew I was gon' be somethin', that was my prophecy Ain't picked up in a month, but she keep callin' me It's hard to find loyalty these days, that shit rare If I was down bad with nothin', would you be there? Missed my daughter birthday for three years, wish I could be there I done had my heart broke too many times, I need repair I'm not doin' roots, but you know I'm rockin' Dsquared² I just want your love and dedication, is that too much? I done been used so many times, I swear I'm feelin' used up I done been hurt so many times, I swear I'm feelin' bruised up I done lost my heart in these streets, it's ice cold Had to shed some blood for this Rollie, a two-tone Had to shed some blood for this Cuban and honeycomb (What's happenin', Chi Chi?) Aus Songtexte Mania