Can't You See

Paris Pershun: No inspiration, no motivation Me and my girl's ups and downs, it seems there's no relation... Ships will sail, whether you there life moves on Shit, and we ain't even made it but look how far we done gone Talking about becoming a celebrity over night The success turned me into an anti-social socialite Bitch, I'm on a roll Crack open the E&J let the good times flow I've been known to set shit on fire, let the good times smoke When it evaporates, I'm just left with this heroin audio As if y'all didn't know Do I live up to your expectations? Do you wish I don't make it cause I don't respond to your salutations? That's petty, mayne Put that on everything True, we in the same game, but things do change Hook Can't you see that I don't fuck wit' y'all I try to keep my distance, can I get a couple yards? If it's not my business, I try not to get involved Don't make me and my n*gga break you off somethin' proper like Paris Pershun: Is you blind to the fact? Kiss my ass, I'm moving like dash leaving yo' ass in the back Slim Gravy: Me, I'm in passenger strapped up And my seat belt on relax not worried 'bout them or the past I'm more about getting this cash Just me and my lad, split it in half and lettin' it stack Bitch, I got mouths to feed, a house of needs and none of you a part of that Get the fuck round from me, now I see how a lot of n*ggas act Actin' like bitches, and I don't like bitches, unless that bitch bad Can I get a witness? Can I get a witness? Let this be my last time that I have to tell you this We ain't cool, you don't know me, I ain't never been The friendly type, to hell with friends, what I learned from them They gotta turn their back to face you, then they turn again Damn, my n*gga Hook