Uh, take a vivid picture, no photos Implement that shit in to your mind just so you know though Sucker free living, I’m a say that that’s the motto So for any nigga on that sucker shit, I’m no hoe, bro Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo Got me bicken back being bool, Quasimodo All about my paper, got to get my fucking dough, hoe Always on the fucking go go, you a bitch like Tony Romo Niggas came around, now they extinct like Dodos Meanwhile I’m in New York fucking up SoHo Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nicknamed Coco Took her to the telly, now little baby going loco She just give me face, ain’t no fucking, that’s a no no And she going thirty early, dirty no soap though I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though And I’m screaming “Fuck 12,” all these foul ass po-po Yeah, uh, but nowadays I really miss my fucking idols So that’s the title, I grab a bible, pray for my rivals Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital I just sit back and listen to Lil Wayne songs and Get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm And spit flames while also making it rain, storm You see, I can’t ignore, and you niggas don’t see it’s in your brain And snore, and you sleep on me until you can’t no more and Don’t fake on me and try to play the boy I don’t know why I feel like nobody loves me Or why they feel like my intentions something ugly Or why I feel like everyone needs something from me Or why I feel like everyone just saying “Fuck me” Or why I feel like the opposition gon’ bust me If I gave you my heart, would you still love me? Lately, baby I feel like nobody trust me, is it just me?