Interlude #2 - Young Dro

I been goin thru some things

and don’t nobody understand me mayne — I wan’ride candy mayne

I been goin thru some things

hopin my niggaz stay the same, but they always change

I been goin thru some things

I been goin thru some shit, from my niggaz — to my bitch

and these niggaz wanna snitch (why)

I wanna get rich, but sometimes I don’t believe

tryna sell a hundred — thousand but they burnin my cd’s (that's fucked up)

niggaz and bitches please won’t you give me help

get yo ass off that computer and buy the shit up off the shelf

cause I wanna ride candy mayne just like the others

sometimes I wish I should’ve took the good route like my brother

these niggaz say they love ya but they steal ya dope

call you up back like that and try an steal ya hope, I still cope

and these niggaz wanna rap about you

know you a solider, but they still wan’bring that savage out you, to get exposed

and these hoes they for the money, tell yo old lady dirty lies but they know

they frontin

check this out in Baton Rouge it’s real wicked

and you can’t go platinum down here cause this ain’t New York City

and all my cousins doin time, thuggin in the Penn

I’m thinkin bout 'em everytime I take a sip of Henn

and I ain’t gon’lie I don’t wanna be like Camoflauge

I met him one week, next week he died — I almost cryed

I been goin thru some things

and don’t nobody understand me mayne — I wan’ride candy mayne

I been goin thru some things

hopin my niggaz stay the same, but they always change

I been goin thru some things

Stay hatin cause I’m V.I.P

ride thru my city with my hat bent like T.I.P

I’m all G, they got alot of niggaz signin deals

but they can’t talk what I be talkin cause I spitt the real

till I get killed, and these niggaz changin like the weather

think he ya nigga but you lookin at the fuckin devil

who want ya bezzle and that boy steadily wish he had

jealousy got niggaz creepin, down to bust yo ass

we livin fast but you know this how it gotta be money, cars, hoes, and clothes till they pop at B this for my niggaz down in Texas on them fuckin swangas

who got the whole other side of town wantin to stank e’m

and Lil’Boosie mayne I been stressin cause the shit I did (what I did)

not wearin a rubber got me stuck now with three kids

this shit is real — wish I had a real friend to holla

they tend to laugh when I tell 'em bout my fuckin problems

but I be stackin the fetti, so momma straight when I’m gone

I been prayin for Webbie — cause Webbie wild with that chrome (damn)

I been goin thru some things

and don’t nobody understand me mayne — I wan’ride candy mayne

I been goin thru some things

hopin my niggaz stay the same, but they always change

I been goin thru some things

I’m sippin gallons, tryna ease the pain (leanin)

hopin my niggaz keep it gutta, but they seem to change

that’s why I’m solo, blowin do — do in a different city

thinkin these niggaz tryna do me but they rollin with me my hoe the sickest, but she listen to what the streets say

that got me stressin cause she might be leavin any day

I tryed to pray but when I holla he ain’t holla back

that’s why I’m missin prayers daily tryna get these stacks (why that)

cause the situation that I’m in the judge tryna send me to the Penn and give me ten — and do me in

got me stressin on some major shit

my momma agin and my grandma and my baby sick

this hatin shit, got me one step away from clickin

these me against the world livin’got all my people bitchin

I looked my momma in her eyes, told her respect the game

she like «Boosie leave it alone, look you playin games"(dang)

I been goin thru some things

and don’t nobody understand me mayne — I wan’ride candy mayne

I been goin thru some things

hopin my niggaz stay the same, but they always change

I been goin thru some things