[DJ Drama]

See, don't consider these niggas your friends. I mean, you might not want even to call them associates. I heard y'all after I went down. Like "Dram's done." "You're supposed to do it the right way." What is the right way, nigga? Oh I didn't help the game out? Oh, ok. Kill yourself!

[Fabolous in the background]

For all of ya'll I know you're feeling yourself

Yeah going against me is like killing yourself nigga

Suicide it's a suicide, suicide it's a suicide

[Verse - Fabolous]

How you want it, in the abdomen or back?

Cause enemies poke you from the front, friends stab you in the back

The same niggas who trying to collab you on the track

But turn right around and try to crab you on the smack

Through the ups and downs I just try to stay level-headed

I hear a lot of bullshit but I never sweat it

Cause when you ask 'em 'bout it, They goin' say they never said it

They know if it's beef I let the Mac-11 dead it

And when I spit you could dig it like a shovel said it

You couldn't hear a hotter flow if the devil said it

I walk by 'em and wink

I don't feel T's Pain cause I never had to buy him a drink

Double shot of Loso baby, I am the drink

Tell em lay down on the couch baby, I am the shrink

I bring your lady home, but I got the 80 chromed

Niggas go Tom Cruise crazy for the Katie Holmes

I know niggas living in the Fed

Who say don't look down unless she giving you some head

I'm driven by the bread, my push is the paper

I roll up like kush in the paper

I gotta be Kobe, you never see niggas like Smush in the paper

Unless he got pushed in the paper

So my niggas be on some bullshit, I call them the "Heat sweepers"

They ride around with the street sweepers

They murk you at the Grammys, but they kill you in the streets cheaper

Either way you 6 feet deeper

It's Loso, a.k.a the 1 Trump Plaza suite creeper

King size, double-G Gucci sheet sleeper

The kid blow shots, catch me in the kid robot

5 in the jersey, cause the kid so hot

Similar to Jason, you point at the guard/God

You must got an appointment with God

A meeting with Allah, or maybe a hot date with Satan

Niggas is food, I got hot plates for hating

So when they bring the name up, They goin' say I came up

That shit alone be burning these fucking lames up

Come through in a Bentley, just to turn the flames up

So you wanna take a shot? Nigga better aim up

Loso top shelf, Nigga I'm the betta liquor

Ain't goin' nowhere for a while, you could get a Snicker

I fuck her quick, get her quicker

Ma momma said keep your tongue in your mouth unless you a letter licker

I'm getting money bitch, but I ain't a cheddar tricker

Got the Texas toast meaning that my bread is thicker

As a young'n I was too cool to sweat a whore

Now I'm fuckin pretty bitches with them good credit scores

Nigga with mental loss can't forget I been a boss

Trying me is like bungeeing with dental floss, fucker