The Showdown - 38 Spesh

Ayo, she like me 'cause I’m a rare nigga, breadwinner

Don’t share with her, I ain’t never been a caregiver

I tear livers with a I tear leathers with a Hair Trigger trigger

The scope?

Focus on this fame

Bitch, I’m trying to get a clear picture

Was there with ya, a spare hit ya

With one hand, put the right to your head

Just like a pair of clippers

I walk in the room and hear whispers

Car so clean, when I drive this bitch I like to wear slippers

I gave life to your chubby daughter, she bring me quarters

She showed me she loved me by sending money orders

Now our relationship, muddy waters

I learned this, if I treat her like shit, she gon' love me harder

I’m on a different level than them

That’s probably why I had an incredible run

My ex bitch call me, said she was done

Two years later, she’s pregnant by a regular bum

Always knew cheddar would come

Like two minus three, bitch

You was the negative one

Not to add to the fact, I went back in the trap

With a mac on my lap, getting bread in the slums

Nigga, this crack shit made us survivors

They gave us projects, that just made us able and wiser

When the work came, man, we ain’t wait for the driver

Send a box to your house like a cable provider

Made an honour, drove to San Diego for dollars

No five-star hotels, we stayed at Ramada’s

You can aim for the top, or wait at the bottom

Either way, you’re gotta play it, money for the problems

Trust!