Damn - gave my homey 90 days for domestic violence
I try to picture myself, in this position but remain silent
I get to thinking bout this shyt, we been through
We close like kin but you remain my friend to
This life of sin, done got the both of us in trouble
But you always stay down for a nikka, so that's why I love you
Reminiscing needing tissues, fighting over childish issues
Swear I can't live with you, but without you, every day I miss you
When we roll you hold my pistol, my gangsta bytch-itch, you
Always in the mood for love, that's why I'm sleeping witchu
Though not the man of your dreams, my plan and schemes
To be rich like a king, and live my life trouble free
I see yesterday I called you names, and played games on your mind
I promise that I'll change in time
It's a complicated world, so girl just be a friend
I swear I'll never call you bytch again (and that's my word)
