All She Wrote

Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote

I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)
Goodnight, its over with, that's all she wrote

It's stupid how I go in, knowing everybody knowing that
I'm sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it
Eventually, see they can't beat and then with me they join
Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned
You tell lies, get caught, nigga, kick rocks
You never did blend in with the big shots
On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at nigga wishing they was this hot
Guess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off
Better that than pissed on
I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones
Catch me in the end zone
High stepping, prime time
Thought you niggas been on
Ain't no blocking my shine
Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the night time
I get rich off living life, you check-to-check reciting rhymes
So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time
While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind
(Mind, mind)

Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

You're staring straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate
Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape
Cupid shot his arrow and missed
Wait, Sarah, you're late, your train left
Mascara and eggs smeared on your face
Night's over goodbye, hoe
I thought that I told you that spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over
Never shoulda came within range of my Rover
Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up
Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her
To still come back to the crib
Must want me to mess with her mind
Hold up
She mistook me for some high-roller
Well, I won't buy her soda unless it's Rock & Rye Cola
(Faygo's cheaper)
Buy you a bag of Fritos
I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder
If you was bleach and I was hair, I wouldn't die for ya
Tryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars
You get your eyes swoll' up, I'm on my straight grizzly
So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear
Bitch, you're already bi-polar

Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These bitches knew as soon as they saw me
It's never me they'll get the privilege to know
I roll like a desperado
Now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and that's all she wrote

The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (that's it)
But don't get mad at me
Go blame the chick who wrote this shit
Yeah, life is sure a bitch (bitch)
But she know I'm rich (I'm rich)
That's why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick
Here I go again
I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in
Pesos, Euros, Yen, ah-ha, I'm paid, never gon' be broke again
See me posted in anything, wearing any chain
Never gon' see me toting anything
All you gon' see is bang
It's so nice where I kick it
Hate you never get to visit
Yeah, I'm on another level
But you niggas still can get it
It's all over 'fore you finish
Sorry, bro, this where we end it
Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business

Yeah, I guess life is a bitch, ain't it, Tip?
And each one thinks they the shit
Shirt off my back? I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief
I'm giving these hoes a dose of their own medicine
Let 'em get a good taste of it
I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now
But in case you didn't
I'mma stick this whole pad full of
Sticky notes to your forehead and staple it
Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it
So I pace this shit a little bit quicker
That clock I'm racing it double time it
But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time
That it may take you pricks to catch on
While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong
Man, I still say K-Mart's like there's an apostrophe-"S" on it, dawg
And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well, I guess I'm wrong
But if you're gon' tell me that A&W ain't the spot
For the best hot dogs, you can get the "F" on, dawg

And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane
I'm as strong as the King
They were gone 'fore they came
Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys
They just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's why

Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
But still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote