The Showdown

Ayo, she like me 'cause I'm a rare nigga, breadwinner
 Don't share with her, I ain't never been a caregiver
 I tear levers with a hair trigger
 The scope? Focus on this fame
 Bitch, I'm trying to get a clear picture
 Was there with ya, a spare with ya
 With one hand, put the right to your head
 Just like a pair of clippers
 I walk in the room and hear whispers
 Car so clean, when I drive this bitch, I like to wear slippers
 I gave life to your chubby daughter, she brought me quarters
 She showed me she loved me by sending money orders
 Now our relationship, muddy waters
 I learned this, if I treat her like shit, then she gon' love me harder
 I'm on a different level than her
 That's probably why I had an incredible run
 My ex bitch called me, said she was done
 Two years later, she pregnant by a regular bum
 Always knew cheddar would come
 Like two minus three, bitch
 You was the negative one
 Not to add to the fact, I went back in the trap
 With a mag on my lap, getting bread in the slums
 Nigga, this crack shit made us survivors
 They gave us projects, that just made us able and wiser
 When the work came, man, we ain't wait for the driver
 Send a box to your house like the cable provider
 Maid of honour, drove to San Diego for dollars
 No five-star hotels, we stayed at Ramadas
 You can aim for the top, or wait at the bottom
 Either way, you gotta play it, money for the problems
 Trust