I been better, they felt better that I'm the worst thing
Whiff, it’s a curse thing, still a gun in my purse thing
Flirting, blowing kisses at my ♥♥♥♥♥, chain sterling
Sitting on my neck my spine hurting
Since '95, can't work a nine to five
Cop a nine to five, genuine nice guy
Won't let it slide, Your slow crooked eye
Make bullet fly, this guy’s knocked out