Surprises

I've seen good men turn bad, and bad men do good

Rich men with nothing and poor man with gold

Nothing surprises me no more

I seen players get played out and fast girls go slow

Things I thought priceless, get bartered, get sold

Nothing surprises me no more

When we first met she was just a kid

She was in love with everything I did

Used to come through drink 40's at the crib

Asked her to fuck the homie and of course she did

We would slide through the city in my Benz

Acting like we was just friends

After all that time we would spend

I would hate to see her with other men

I would get a little jealous I would hit her on the celly

We would smash all night listenin to R. Kelly

Could have locked it down but I just wasn't ready

She was too young whatn't nothing you could tell me

Had to let her go to know what I had

Type the shit to make a real good girl go bad

When I look back bro I get so mad

I seen a ho become a housewife, I wish I had

I've seen good men turn bad, and bad men do good

Rich men with nothing and poor man with gold

Nothing surprises me no more

I seen players get played out and fast girls go slow

Things I thought priceless, get bartered, get sold

Nothing surprises me no more

"Put me on "Paid Dues" Big Homie!

One Shot, let the whole world know me!"

So humble when he first approached me

So I looked out like I should I'm a OG

Put him on, put them on

Nowadays niggas can't pick up phones

Hurts my heart, I ain't mad tho'

I'm glad they got on and increased their cashflow

I ain't shamed, I ain't bashful

I could drop names, I could be that asshole

After all you'd think they'd be thankful

But hoes ain't loyal and niggas ain't grateful

I ain't hateful, way too blessed

Still getting mine so I ain't stressed

It's documented in the streets and they put it in the press

That I played a big part on why it's poppin' on the West

God bless

I've seen good men turn bad, and bad men do good

Rich men with nothing and poor man with gold

Nothing surprises me no more

I seen players get played out and fast girls go slow

Things I thought priceless, get bartered, get sold

Nothing surprises me no more