I was just getting started in the rap game Still had one foot remain in the drug game I'm my own boss Could a left this bitch like I came Pump it like the pussy To walk away with being sane Lord bless me main I need to switch my life up Put the weed and liquor down Try to get wifed up Austin Powers with these whores My son's now Minime Picked the wrong baby mama Sleeping with the enemy Real niggas [?] fuck the bitch and mean that shit Go to jail, get money Nigga leave that bitch You suppose to be one Like the coke and the coke pan Lady heroine can turn a boss into a broke man Got to take control of these bitches like a bad habit Dress her like a queen and she'll still be a maggot All these steady [?] and the drummer you can miss me You can miss me, kiss me Naw, ain't no telling where your lips be Or been, on been, that real could have been Buy you a new purse Bitch I ain't none a dem (Naw I ain't none a dem You heard) Bitch I ain't none a dem Should've paid your light bill You bought a outfit Need to get your mind right Get off that dumb shit Handle your priorities Your priorities Handle your priorities Your priorities Should've paid your light bill You bought a outfit Need to get your mind right Get off that dumb shit Handle your priorities Your priorities Handle your priorities Your priorities Let me explain the deal I can't miss a meal I know your pussy wet And you stay on pills And you stay on liquor And you stay on green I ain't sleepin' around snakes I don't stay on lean How'd you focus bitch Know when you suck my dick Bands keep my dick on [?] Motherfucker bitch And you niggas catchin' murder charges over hoes? You are some stupid motherfuckers Case closed Call me Hector I'm about my pesos Money first, bitch last You can replace hoes If the cheddar cheese like some Queso Youy rather [?] goes a bummer and chase hoes Should've paid your light bill You bought an outfit You need to get your mind right Get off that dumb shit Handle your priorities Your priorities Handle your priorities Your priorities When is income tax time You bitches bawling down Forty five days later You'd be calling down To the man upstairs Looking for a bliss By unnecessary shit Get a Smith & Wesson And blow your brains out Bitches get out the way Real niggas save their money for a rain each day And make a plate every chance that a nigga get Fuck boss every chance nigga shit That bitch open 'em legs every chance a nigga hittin Once blow a button, blow a nut a nigga splittin Light bills still due Kids gotta eat Your sorry baby daddy Only transportation fee For still holding onto a pipe dream you is wrong The fat lady ain't gonna come She done already song (Fa la la... fa la laa) She'll already sung baby, like real talk you gotta understand sumn I mean, it's cool for you to want some dick and yea he'll uck the shit out you But bitch you gotta handle your priorities Can't be missing work Cause you want to get a nut What the fuck wrong you Ain't glad you shhh... shhhh