Without You

Uh, yeah, uh, it's Rapper

Uh, I got my man, a newcomer to the HOJ

Jozeemo's in the building {Yes sir}

Uh, then I went to the west coast

And I got my man Bishop Lamont

Aftermath's in the building {West, west y'all}

I put my trust in it, swear to god no rushin it

Catch up, don't muster it

No rust when I bust, leave us discussin it

And this is the thanks I get

So you not happy and you threatenin to leave

If you walk away then that's how it's gonna be

I had a vision that I wanted you to see

But apparently it didn't translate to TV {Turn em off}

I'm top shelf yo picture that

You can't cause you busy with aristocrat drinkin

And this here is a risk in fact

Cause once it gets out ain't no reelin it back

Check how my pride though still intact

Bounce back with a smile, I'm just settin a trap

But some of y'all be settin be back

Got a mean two-step, that don't mean I tap

See it a uphill battle, that don't mean I pack

Put on look like money, that just mean I stack

A slow burner, truth like sojourner

See you back soon cause I'm a head turner

I earn the, respect I get

Hate when you talk sideways and ain't did shit

Can't live with or without you, that's real spit

Don't be mad, I'm just speaking my bit

I can't get enough of it

You the, only, one that I could ever kill for

I gotta get more

You the, only, one that I could ever live for

It's you I adore

Yo I don't care what the people say, I'll die if you leave today

You get around but I ride with you either way

For me to say you got me open is an understatement

I'm locked in till I'm under pavement

Somethin flagrant, kind of bold with it too

I got jealous when I heard you got a hold of my crew

But I knew that you was comin back to Jozee

Lookin all blue, don't believe you, now you got to show me

Now you got to roll me emotional oceans

Put me in the groove while I'm floatin and coastin

Pop when awoken, again in the nighttime

Get my grown man on and drown you in white wine

Dollar signs, high maintenance you are

But a date from the day you laugh straight to the mall

Many ways you can sex my heart

Just follow the map, X marks the spot

Fuck bitches... nah I mean literally fuck bitches

Then get back to your riches

Matter of fact let me make it exact

Do what I said in the verse and reverse the order of the rap

Meaning chase the paper first, them bitches will holler back

They cursed with insatiable thirst, they hunger for your stacks

Like Nosferatu these hoes will plot you

Open up their legs, booby trap, they got you

I sound like a woman hater though I try not to

But since I like to breathe motherfucker I got to

Switchin topics, what's up with this nonsense?

Wack ass jams with a built in dance

Rappers snap they fingers in a B-Boy stance

Radio play it all day but real rap no chance

Real rap don't mean take em to school

I like bitches, cars and money but I use my brains too

Yeah, there you have it

NC to CA, Little Brother and Bishop Lamont

Stop the simpin and get with the pimpin

Step ya game up niggas