"Santa Monica Blvd" lyrics

Aye
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa

Now I'm switching up my energy, fuck my enemies
Feel like I got hundreds of 'em, no, no, no love for me
Y'all niggas ain't in the streets, y'all niggas is industry
Y'all niggas fake ministry
Y'all niggas just sin then preach, no deal I like to breach
I call up my lawyer like "Never mind"
They playing with all of these niggas' and bitches' money, but never mine
Bitch, I could probably never rhyme
And still be a million up
I only spend money on her, if I know she the truth
Just to keep it a buck
You play with me once, and you dumped
The shit that I say when I'm drunk
You know I'm ignorant
I'm at my house party acting belligerent
Telling my guest that I don't usually drink and shit
Then turn around and I do it again
Act like a saint, who am I to pretend?
Asking the Lord to forgive all my sins
With my fingers crossed behind my back with a grin

Fuck, I sin, and I sin
Bitch I feel like the Bucks
I win, I win
Again and again
Again and again
Now they telling they friends
I don't know who my friends, they like to pretend

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Cause they couldn't see me going very far
Now I be overseas with the mob
Bitch, I get paid when I pass a bar
But I got no love for the law
I can't remember when I had a job
Back when they wouldn't build now they bob
I still got paper tags on my car
Now I got gophers fuckin' up my lawn
That shit is annoying
I'm picking my poison
You crabs in a barrel
While my lobster is boiling
I'm tryna' avoid 'em
But they keep on coming for me (Where they at?)
DMX what they wanting from me (In the back)
BMX I ain't stuntin' for free (Never that)
On my momma, my momma deceased (Make em' mad)
So you know that it's truth when I speak (That's a fact)
Matador I ain't running from beef
Mike Tyson asked, why my hunger so deep?
I replied "Ain't no love in the streets"
Also their wasn't no love in my home
So only get love when it's coming from me

Preach, fuck
I sin, I sin
Bitch, I feel like the Bucks
I win, I win
Again and again
Again and again

Now they telling their friends
I don't know who my friends, they like to pretend
Santa Monica Boulevard
I can't tell if they men