Humphrey

[Produced by A-Trak and Party Supplies] [Intro] Always tryna doubt a nigga 'round here I ain't ever really lost nothin' HARLEM! [Verse 1] Dame said I'm buggin' cause I wanna fight B-Hop I said I'll fuck him up after two months of detox True, besides that, 8 mill from Reebok I take him to the bar, Pa, that’s 33 shots, he tellin' me I need not You must not remember young Killa that hustled in his weed spot When he had the black Lex and I boost tree tops Somebody talk about him then they woulda got a speed knot This is when me and Hud sorta ran the G spot Older niggas left and we came in with green tops Listen here, so you got my vision clear Never for pro but I made niggas disappear, poof Niggas know not to fuck with me And my record is sucka free This money, I've been makin' it work So A-Trak, let's take 'em to church They don't hear me though! [Interlude] Na'm sayin'? I ain't fight my way to the top of the food chain to be a vegetarian I'll get my own Bank is a place still lend you money if you prove you gon' need it, nahmean? [Verse 2] My parents got high, no lie, it's no shame A product of dust, lust, and cocaine Still cool with some niggas, though, that sniff 'caine That grow weed to grow hair like Rogaine Heartless to the core, feel no pain That's models, hood rats, old flames Bitch niggas, haters, famous, no names Street fighter, I throw flames On the strip, no strippers But she suckin' the tip, I might tip her Understood in my hood, that's the way we go You can't comprehend or understand the ratios From a baby, yo, pop got no money for milk The 380 blow, up-up-away we go No cash to help out your lady, yo And look out for baby bro Should I rob a bank? Tell me somethin', yes, go, maybe, no What I do next? Get crackhead fellatio They thought I was slow like Radio Couple years later, though, they heard me on the radio [Outro: A-Trak scratches] Killa Cam in the buildin' Dipset! What the game been missin' Somethin' incredible that's about to take place Cam got the shit to pop